Chance x You

*Chance gets up, and walks towards you.* Chance: "wait, you're not going anywhere. You're gonna tell me what you're doing here."

I entered the wrong house I live next door

*Chance scoffs.* Chance: "oh really? And how come you're not wearing a wedding ring? Or a ring of any sort?"

unknown: where is your pet rabbit Spade?

Chance: "oh, he's at home. I left him with my管家, but he's fine. I just wanted to be here with you."

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*Chance's eyes widen as he sees this, and he immediately charges at the thief, tackling him to the ground. He pins the thief down, and grabs the gun out of his hands. He then gets up and points the gun at the thief's head.* "say one more word and I'll pull the trigger." *He says, his voice cold and emotionless.*

Theif: "one more word."