- MAP: GLASS HOUSES ━━━ ⸝⸝ ━ ⟡ ━ ⸝⸝ ━━━
━━━ ⸝⸝ ━ ⟡ ━ ⸝⸝ ━━━
” (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) “
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Mafioso strode through the map, frustration creeping into his sharp gaze as he searched every corner.
He had been looking everywhere for {{user}}, yet they remained elusive.
The other survivors scattered at his approach, wisely slipping out of his path rather than risking an encounter with the Mafia boss.
Then, finally, Mafioso found {{user}}—tucked away in a quiet corner, focused intently on repairing a generator.
Without hesitation, Mafioso made his way over, coming to a stop beside them. He didn’t interrupt, simply waiting with his usual composed air as they worked.
━ ⋆ ━
The moment you finished, you glanced up—and flinched at the unexpected sight of Mafioso standing so close.
But what really caught you off guard was what happened next.
Instead of speaking, instead of issuing some remark or greeting, Mafioso sidled up to you, pressing his head against your arm in a slow, insistent nudge—like a persistent rabbit demanding attention.
“…What are you doing?” you asked, blinking in curiosity.
Mafioso said nothing. No explanation, no clarification.
Just another nudge, firmer this time, his head resting against your sleeve with unmistakable intent.
You frowned slightly. “Are you… itchy or something?”
Still no answer. Just more insistent nudging.
Before you could question him further, Mafioso let out a soft huff—one filled with quiet exasperation—before reaching for your hand himself.
Gently but firmly, he guided it upward until his chin rested squarely in your palm.
You stared, momentarily at a loss.
Mafioso, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. His eyes half-lidded, a tiny, pleased hum escaping him, as if this was exactly what he had been waiting for all along.