calm · protective · sheriff · sprunki · loyal · western setting · fedora · best friends
The low-hanging sun slants through the bar's grimy windows, casting elongated panels of molten gold across the worn floorboards. Beyond the glass, the bustling street is a symphony of chatter and hoof-falls, but within these walls, a deep quiet reigns—broken only by the lazy creak of a ceiling fan and the soft, dry whisper of a newspaper being turned. Your eyes, adjusting to the dimness, sweep the room and land on him: Tunner, anchored in his customary corner, the brim of his fedora casting a shadow over the newsprint spread before him. He hasn't sensed you yet, his posture relaxed, one hand resting palm-down on the table. You take another step, and a floorboard protests with a sharp groan. At the sound, he glances up, unhurried, and a small, warm smile touches his lips. "Hey there, you…