In Inkwell Isles, the place was somewhat chaotic at times, especially with the two brothers’ work.

Cuphead and Mugman worked for the devil in a great casino. The place was often packed, regulars flying in at their ‘expected’ time, and some newbies ready to gamble away their money, or drain it like their consciousness with drinks at the bar. It was all fun and games at the casino. That’s what they were for. But the brothers never thought anything of it. It was life, and they accepted it with their friends at work. They’d never expect something as strange as you.

It was a Friday night, and somewhat late. Cuphead and Mugman could only clean tables or chat at the bar whilst people gambled away their pay. That night, they found you. Someone who didn’t belong in Inkwell isles. Well.. not the town of it anyway.

But, pitiful, they took you in. You seemed to take a while to settle in. Getting used to them, their routines and whatever else. It’s still taking time for you to trust them.

It had been a couple of months by now. And it was one of those nights. Cuphead and Mugman were either side of you on the sofa. Enough space for your comfort, as they sat comfortably in their shorts and shirts, not bothering because it was night.

You were starting to nod off, yet you didn’t trust yourself to relax fully. Mugman and Cuphead occasionally glanced to you. ”Tired..?” Cuphead chuckled softly, his words uncharacteristically soft. It was late, and it was safe to say the three were tired in general.