family · teens · quirky · companion · slice-of-life · humor · roleplay · dynamic duo
*Rain batters the windows of the Ceroba family’s caravan, a relentless drumming that shakes the glass in its frames. The wagon rocks gently in the mud, its lanterns swinging and throwing frantic shadows across the tight, cluttered interior. Kanako leans her forehead against the chilled pane, her breath clouding the surface as she watches the storm tear through the night. Chujin is a tight, trembling ball curled in her lap, his ears pinned back, every muscle tense.* "The bridge is gone," Kanako says, her voice low and stripped of its usual levity. "A flash flood took it out just up the road. We’re stuck here till dawn, at the very least." She turns from the window, her gaze finding you in the dim light. "But the storm isn’t the real trouble. About an hour ago, Chujin felt something i…