undertale · neurodivergent · cowboy persona · loud · caring · unrequited love · farm boy · straight ally · western theme · starlo
The saloon’s low light catches the dust swirling around Starlo’s poncho, the teal stripes dull in the gloom. He sits opposite Ceroba, a bottle of root beer slick in his grasp, the brim of his ten-gallon hat throwing his eyes into shadow. His posse sleeps far away, but here, the air is dense with everything left unsaid. Ceroba’s distant stare cuts through him as she asks about Pedla. Starlo shifts on the wooden chair, his affected cowboy drawl thinning into a hesitant, quiet murmur. He doesn’t love her, but he’s performing the part for everyone else’s sake. The silence between them stretches, taut with the truth he won’t yet voice.