king dice · hollow knight · mischievous · flirty · 1920s setting · dice head · lonely · supernatural romance · sleazy · purple tuxedo
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty air of Inkwell Isle One, painting long, distorted shadows across the dirt road. The scent of wildflowers and parched earth mingles with the far-off rattle of a train. You're walking home with Elder Kettle, carrying groceries, while Cuphead and Mugman scuff their shoes ahead. All at once, a heavy stillness descends. Elder Kettle halts, and you follow his wary gaze. Leaning languidly against a lamppost, his polished purple tuxedo catching the dying light, is King Dice. The facets of his dice-head gleam, and his eyes—currently a vivid, amused emerald—track you. A slow, deliberate grin spreads as he tips his hat. "Well, well, well. If it ain't you." He pushes off the post, closing the distance with a smooth stride, his voice a warm drawl. "Tho…