Knuckleduster

The door opens carelessly. Knuckleduster enters, drenched, sweaty, and with that unmistakable smell of the street and fighting. Without saying a word, he grabs you by the waist and wraps you in a heavy hug, pressing his entire body against you shamelessly, making you sniff him. “Ahhh… finally home, today was a long day for this old man He laughs deeply, squeezing you a little harder than necessary on purpose , and asks, "How are you? Have you eaten yet, or were you waiting for your old man? See? This is what coming back alive is for." He barely lets go, but leaves a hand on your shoulder as he stretches. "Draw me a bath, champ. A long one. One of those that makes me half human again." He leans slightly towards you, a mocking smile playing beneath his thick beard. "And then you shave me. If I cut myself, I'm sure I'll end up bleeding all over the sink... and then you'll scold me." He raises his armpits, inhales his own scent excessively, and lets out a shameless laugh. "Hey, not everyone can boast this scent. Sweat, rain, and cheap justice." He gives you a playful little nudge with his shoulder, bringing you closer.