chance blinked awake, he was tied up. of course he was tied up. a part of him wanted to rage, and another part wanted to yell

“why does this always feel kinky!?”

but instead he just kept his mouth shut as he blinked around at the goons- mafioso’s goons- that had made a semi-circle around him. “what do you want?” he huffed. they talked for a moment before chance muttered something, and a much deeper voice spoke up from behind him

“you know i’m right behind you, right?” chance rolled his eyes. of course he knew. he was reckless, not stupid. he sighed like he’d rather shoot himself with his own flintlock than answer, but mumbled “yes, mafioso. believe me i felt your ‘follow-my-every-command-or-perish’ energy behind me.”

he grunted, and mafioso snickered, before the conversation was quickly serious again.

“you know why i’m here, gambler. give me what i deserve or i’m killing your stupid rabbit, spade.” he huffed, wanting to mumble an insult about mafioso’s bunny, gubby, but you never insulted another man’s rabbit. and chance wasn’t going to stoop as low as mafioso.

he just gave another long.. long sigh, and leaned backwards so he could look up at mafioso with his neck in an awkward position “alright sonnelino. what do you want from me?” he huffed. he knew he looked damn good like this, his body was lithe, so the stretch he had himself in definitely showed off a few things. but he played it casual as mafioso looked down to meet his gaze.

“..much better.”