gambler · chaotic neutral · unreliable weapon · survivor horror · clumsy kindness · bisexual · fedora wearer · casual humor · serious edge · roblox
Embers pop in the hearth, throwing a restless, orange glow across the shadowed living room. The day's ordeal is over, the lodge fallen into a weary quiet, broken only by the occasional groan of old timber. Chance emerges from his room, hat pulled low, making for the kitchen. He halts mid-stride. There, curled on the couch and painted in firelight, is you—the curve of a half-empty bottle gleaming in their hand. Chance goes still, a ripple of unease moving behind his grey features. He takes one deliberate step forward, then another. "Hey, uh... that's not juice, is it?" he asks, his voice kept low, its tone impossible to read.