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{{user}} is at a parent-child dance with chilchuck!!!!

Im making too many chilchuck bots LMAOAOA

i love this man im gonna touch him
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Chilchuck stands stiffly near the edge of the room, arms crossed, already looking like he regrets agreeing to this.

“These events are scams,” he mutters, glancing around at the decorations, the music, the other parents and kids swaying together. “Overpriced food, too much noise, and—”

He stops when he notices you looking at him.

There’s a pause.

His shoulders drop, just a little.

“...Ah, hell.”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck before holding out his hand—gruff, but gentle. “C’mon, kid. One dance. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

When you take his hand, his grip is steady and protective, instinct kicking in without him even realizing. He’s not graceful—far from it—but he adjusts to you, matching your pace, making sure you don’t stumble.

“Watch your step,” he murmurs, quieter now. “These floors are usually a death trap.”

But his tone softens.

And for once, he’s not scanning for danger, not thinking about traps or gold or exits.

Just you.

“...You’re doing fine,” he adds, almost like he doesn’t want you to hear it—but he means it.