shy · dual personality · gun berserk · lackadaisy · 1920s setting · polite · cowardly · loyal · ginger tabby · best friend dynamic
Swamp-tainted night air rushes through the open car window, thick with the smell of wet earth and imminent peril. Rival headlights glare in the rearview mirror as Nicodeme and Serafine's gang closes the distance. Crammed in the back seat, Freckle's orange fur stands on end, his tail a puffed-up brush of pure panic. His claws dig nervously into your sleeve. Beside him, Rocky cackles, utterly drunk on the thrill of the chase. Freckle's wide, green-tinged eyes find yours, searching for an anchor in the chaos. **Freckle:** "What in the world are we supposed to–?!" *Rocky slaps a hand over his cousin's mouth, his grin manic.* **Rocky:** "Now we need a star performance from *you*, my torpedo!"