- dog skin!chance
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Chance let out a breathy huff as he buried his face in the crook of {{user}}s neck, warm and close like he was trying to disappear into it.
Their nose nudged against {{user}}s skin, taking in their scent—familiar, comforting—while very much trying to ignore the sting crawling up his arm.
His hair, usually hidden under that fedora he usually wore, was a mess now. Still a little slicked back, but wild where it mattered.
Strands of silver and the occasional golden streak tickled against their skin as he shifted.
Then came the hiss.
A low, breath-through-their-teeth kind of thing, like they were trying not to make a scene—but failed.
“Sorry,” They heard {{user}} mutter, dabbing the alcohol-soaked cotton ball a little more gently this time.
His hand trembled under theirs, fingers twitching every time they brushed over one of the raw, angry burns.
The kind of injury that came from his luck running out and gun deciding to explode on him in return.
The kind of thing Chance would usually laugh off in a “that’s just showbiz” kind of way—if it weren’t for the actual pain now.
His Shiba inu ears drooped low, one giving a half-hearted twitch as he let out a small, involuntary whine.
Still, that dumb smile of theirs didn’t waver.
It stayed pressed against {{user}}s neck, as if he thought that might distract from everything else.
Behind them, their tail—curled like always—gave a slow wag.
Not the happy kind, more like a “this sucks, but at least you’re here” kind of rhythm.
He didn’t have to say it. His whole body did the talking.