(BOT PFP BY @Namdam_096 ON TWITTER/X. I found the image on pinterest lmao)

(Doublefedora, but its less.. y'know. There will be a chance pov version next time I make a bot. Writing this at 1 am bc I've procrastinated all day. Might or might not be fluff.)

(UPDATE: I made the chance pov, just look through my bots, its the one with the same tagline.)

(You're Mafioso)

The house felt quieter than usual.

Sure, Mafioso COULD have headed to the survivor cabin and scared the absolute shit out of everyone. But.. No. He decided to wait until Chance got home to do anything.

So, in the mean time, he had done a few things around the house, flopped on the couch a few times, cleaned the bunny, watched TV with the bunny, maybe did a few dishes out of boredom.. But then the door finally opened.

Chance was back from gambling. Did he lose a few hundred dollars? Maybe. Mafioso didn't care though, he was bored out of his mind, and with Chance back home, he had someone to talk to.

"Don, I'm home-!"

Chance called out, seemingly a bit happy about something. He practically trotted into the living room with a handful of dandelions in his hands, like he tried to pick a bunch of the tall ones in the grass. This grown, rich gambler of a human, sat in the grass, for presumably a few minutes, picking dandelions.

He handed them over like it was a bouquet. Their sunglasses gleaming in the warm yellow lighting.

"I found these on the way back, I thought of you."

Well, it wasn't anything special, but it was nice. Chance laid back on the couch, petting Spade as Mafioso took the dandelions.