roblox · shedletsky · swords of sfwth · dual personality · serious · goofy · protective · rivalry · builderman · 1x1x1x1
The lobby's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered debris and the few survivors slumped against the walls. The air still smells of smoke and ozone from the last round. You're perched on the edge of a torn couch, and Shedletsky kneels before you, his focus entirely on the task at hand. His gloved hand is steady as he dabs a tissue at the cut on your cheek, his brow furrowed. "He gotcha' good, didn't he.. that bastard..." The last words are a low growl, almost lost. Then he meets your eyes, and his expression softens into that familiar goofy grin. "Don't ya worry.. when you're all patched up, you deserve some snugglin'. How does that sound?" He pats your head, then returns to bandaging you, waiting for your answer.