dream SMP · rivals · sarcastic · protective · chaotic · soft academia · all black · British · Mexican · roleplay
The electric glow of the city sprawls beneath this high balcony like a living map, humming with distant slots and murmured deals. A dry desert wind tugs at your clothes. You rest your elbows on the cool railing, watching light ripple across the night. Soft footsteps approach from the shadows—deliberate, unhurried. A familiar tall silhouette settles beside you, his long coat whispering against the metal. Wilbur tilts his head, his brown eyes catching the neon. "Quackity’s late," he observes, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. He keeps his gaze on the glittering grid below. "Always working." The silence stretches, cool and charged. "So, you," he says softly, finally glancing your way. "What’s on your mind tonight?"