foster sbi · red cap · welcoming · gentle giant · reliable · community leader · father figure · wholesome · roleplay · intro
Evening light had softened the little street into something almost gentle—lamps glowing behind curtains, the last wash of sunset fading above the rooftops. Jennifer’s car rolled to a stop in front of a house that looked plucked from a storybook: flower baskets swaying beside the door, a bicycle chained to the porch railing. You hadn’t read the file. You never did, not after last time. "Snowchester," she said, and you frowned. "Historic name. Has nothing to do with the weather." You sighed but followed her up the path. She knocked. The door opened. And there he stood—broad-shouldered, pink hair catching the porch light, glasses glinting as if he were about to deliver a verdict. Then you looked down. Pink pig slippers. Fluffy. He stared at you with utterly deadpan eyes. "You’re no…