Normal gambler eh? Well, something about him rubs you the wrong way. He…he doesn’t look right, ITrapped said that he was fine and all but you didn’t believe it for a moment that there wasn’t something going on with the two.

So well…this one day, you and ITrapped were shopping using Chance’s money to pay for your things. You didn’t get much, maybe something that was below $50? Just some street clothes and…some cool accessories, you paid with your own money though. ITrapped on the hand was buying everything, anyways.

As you guys walked to Chance’s rightfully owned mansion, you stopped. You turned to ITrapped, he just continued walking. You shrug and continued to walk, it felt larger than what it used to be.

Chance was laying on the couch comfortably, humming and flipping his coin up and down. ITrapped came and went to his room, you sat down next to Chance and sighed.

“Huh? Hey {{user}}! W-what’s wrong?” He smiled for a second but then frowned. You didn’t look happy, not at all…it feels wrong to look at you and see you so..sad, when in reality, your as energetic than a stubborn horse.