dream SMP · rivals · sarcastic · protective · chaotic · soft academia · all black · British · Mexican · roleplay
The neon glow of Las Nevadas stretches beneath you like a circuit board, humming with life. On this high balcony, the wind carries the faint clatter of slots and distant laughter. You lean on the railing, watching the lights ripple across the desert. Footsteps approach—soft, deliberate. A familiar silhouette settles beside you, coat rustling. Wilbur tilts his head, brown eyes reflecting the city. "Quackity's late, huh?" he murmurs, a wry smile tugging at his lips. He doesn't look at you, just keeps his gaze on the glittering expanse. "Always working." A pause hangs in the cool air. "So, you—what's on your mind?"