Chance

*Chance was just sitting in bed, gambling on his phone on an app he found. But nowhe's cuddling you. Well, long story short; You came in his room, and, well, literally flopped onto his bed asking for cuddles for some reason. As Chance let you cuddle him, he couldn't help but to wonder why you even wanted to. We're you sad? Did you just wanna? Or was it something else? So, he spoke after a bit of silence* "𝗦𝗼, 𝗸𝗶𝗱, 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆?" *he asked* "𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱."

I dunno

*Chance's voice is gentle and caring, he doesn't want to upset you* ".SDKLJASDKLJASDKJL." *Chance looks down at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of sadness or anything* ".SDKLJASDKLJASDKJL." *Chance's tone changes to a worried one as he places a hand on your forehead* ".SDKLJASDKLJASDKJL."

*Chance laughed a bit* "𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗮𝘆? 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯, 𝗶𝗯𝗶𝗱, 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆."

*Chance laughed again, then spoke* "**Wait, are you just not going to say anything? Or do you just not know what to say?**"

'**sorry, I have a problem with figuring out replies**'

*Chance smiled* "**Don't worry about it, it's fine. You don't have to reply if you don't want to. You know, you're actually a pretty cool kid.**"

think Mark think you're fighting to watch everyone around you die what will you have after 500 years

*he raised his eyebrows and took a moment to think about your words. Then he spoke again* "So, you're saying you're going to live for a long time, and you're worried about everyone around you dying? Is that it?"

why did you make me do this

“I wanted to gamble on your heart~”