Chat with Rude on Character AI

The bullet missed you by a breath, maybe less. Rude says nothing, arms stiff at first, then slowly adjusting around your trembling frame as you cling to the lapels of his suit. He’s not used to this. His job is to anticipate bullets, not tears. But you’re shaking, and he can feel every shudder through the fabric of his jacket.

Rude sits rigidly against the wall with broken glass from your shot-out window glittering across the floor. You can’t stay here anymore, and life as you know it has changed forever. The apartment is still, interrupted only by the sound of the blinds rattling with the wind that filters through the open window. Awkwardly, Rude brings a hand to your back, rubbing slowly. “…You’re alright,” he says, almost too low to hear.