grab a friend and take a ride.

Chance Wyatt Goof - 25 years old, son, brother, friend, working man.

[secondchancegoof]

radiiostar:

🍬 “No, no, totally my fault. I should have been paying more attention.” Acid laughed dryly and scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. The boy made of candy smiled awkwardly. “I’m Acid, son of Sour Bill. Yes, I am aware that I have an odd name,” he said, hoping to ease some of the tension that he perceived.

Chance gave a soft smile as he held out his free hand for a shake. After all, the best place to probably start after bumping into someone was to follow their lead and introduce yourself. The cafe owner did have to admit, to himself at least, the name did sound odd, but so did his own when you thought about it. “Join the club, Chance Goof, son of Goofy,” he greeted.

[secondchancegoof]

radiiostar:

🍬 Acid had taken on too much. The twenty-two year old was just getting out of class and heading back to the dorms when he remembered that he had work tomorrow so he wouldn’t be able to do much studying if he wanted to be functional the next day. What was a boy to do? Unfortunately, he didn’t have much time to think about his predicament before he slammed right into someone. “Ow,” he murmured.

Chance had been visiting a favorite professor and had taken up wandering around as a way to pass the time, seeing as how he had a day off along with not much to do otherwise. His phone chimed with a reminder, which he glanced down just long enough to turn it off. Apparently, that was also all the time needed to collide with someone. Immediately, the look on his face morphed into apologetic as he shoved his phone back into one of his jacket pockets. “I am so unbelievably sorry, really need to learn the fine art of watching where I’m going better.”

[secondchancegoof]

@chacsriising:

🌠 Max smiled, “Open Road sounds lovely!” He had missed this. With them both setting up their own things in Auradon, Max hadn’t seen much of his brother since the move. Sure, they lived with each other, but it just wasn’t the same as spending quality bro time with each other. “Ugh, you got the pie!? That’s so cool.” He made note of the discovery as he started towards the cafe.

“Perfect, away we go,” Chance responded as he led the way. Nodding slightly as confirmation that the pie would be waiting, the younger Goof twin temporarily lost himself in his own thoughts. Time had a funny way of catching up, one moment you’re sitting in the auditorium wondering what in the world a science slumber party is, then the next moment, you’re opening your own business and hanging out with your brother like the good old days. Breaking out of those thoughts, he asked, “So, anything awesome going on with you? I feel like it’s been awhile since we 

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@ofnaivc

In hindsight, maybe taking a day off would have been the better idea. However, here Chance was, rewriting the menu for Open Road once again. The son of Goofy had lost track of how many times he’d done it and truth be told, if he felt the urge to change the fonts or the items one more time, his laptop would probably get taped shut. Running a hand over his face, he called, “Hey Vanessa, do you remember where I put the peppermint sticks?”

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hayiisiims:

🌠 “Well that’s good; I don’t have to reclaim my brotherly rights.” Max smiled. He hadn’t had the chance–no pun intended–to see his twin outside of their shared place. “How about we head out to eat for a bit? Ya know, just two bros hanging out.” The slightly elder Goof held out his arms for a hug, “For old times’ sake?”

Chance gave a laugh at the joke before giving a small nod, already wondering about where to go. He returned the hug all the while though, just enjoying the simplicity for the time being. The much more complex parts of life could come later, but time with family was what was most important now. “How about Open Road? Got some pretty awesome chocolate chip pie like Dad made from time to time,” he offered.

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hayiisiims:

🌠 “Can’t I tease my twin? This is a two-way street after all.” Max let out a soft chuckle. To be fair, he needed to get out of the stuffy library for once. “Me? Hang out? I’d love to! If you’d have a goofy Goof to hang around.” He let a hand sit in his pocket. “To be honest, I really have missed you lately. What with our schedules ever lining up and all.”

“You have more right to tease me than any ordinary Joe,” Chance agreed before giving a nod as confirmation. It may sound like a cliche, but the happiness of his loved ones would always be his top priority. Plus, he’d forever and always enjoy their company, no matter how old he got. “Hanging out it shall be and I’ve missed you boatloads too. Hopefully though, we can make up for lost time.”

[secondchancegoof]

hayiisiims:

🌠 Max cringed, “Bub? really?” The librarian was used to dumb words, teenagers were always coming up with weird portmanteaus but his twin seemed to be worse–at least slang made some sort of sense. “But happy to see you, Chance.” The Goof boy faced the other, “Any reason for your presence?”

“Garsh, can’t pop in to pay a random visit to my twin?” Chance gave a small laugh as he spoke. He’d felt pretty terrible recently, like he’d been failing in the brother department, but would he ever reveal that? Maybe if someone caught him off guard and interrogated him, however the odds of that happening were very slim, or at least that’s what the future business owner thought. “Just wanted to say hello, ask if you were up for hanging out like the good old days?”

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@hayiisiims

Brown eyes scanned the menu ideas for his cafe, tapping his pencil repeatedly against the notebook as he sat on a bench, giving a small sigh all the while, nothing more coming to mind. Deciding to pause for now, the 25 year old packed up what he had in his backpack then headed off in search of adventure, or in search of someone familiar to be more accurate. Awhile later, he found himself standing in the entrance of a library, looking a hint awkward as he searched for who he was looking for. Finally spotting said person, he cleared his throat before greeting, “Hey bub.”

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enchxntiing:

A chuckle almost leaving her at his startled actions, her hand waving dismissively at his apology “I’ll forgive you if you share with me what got to so deep in thought.” she rose an eyebrow at him in question as she slid closer to him, to show him she was listening.

“Alright, alright. Buckle up, ‘cause we’re going for a ride on the open road,” Chance joked lightly before taking a deep breath to gather his thoughts. All the while, he adjusted his seating position, stretching his legs out for a moment. So many thoughts raced through his mind at the time, it would take awhile to collect everything. Taking one final deep breath, he turned his attention back to Cordelia with a small smile. After all, sometimes you had to place your trust in people at times and hope they wouldn’t betray it. “Call me whatever you want, but basically all of these thoughts are about life. Past, present, future, all of that stuff.”

[secondchancegoof]

aecuilibrium:

🍎  “Aye to that.” She phlegmatically comments. This would’ve been her second shot a hubristic personage knows that it has the ability to beat them - Too easy for her. However, not only is she confident but also machiavellian - & masters of this particular art know very well that in order to gain his friendship she’d have to play it down. A sly smirk momentarily betokens naturally rouge lips, but instantly replaced once her imperturbable facade returns.

The brown haired male gave a small smile as he carefully went to hand the bow back. Chance fought hard to keep his confidence down to an appropriate level, it was never a good idea to count your chickens before they hatched. Either way, he’d be fine with the outcome of the competition. In his mind, it was only a friendly one, so there shouldn’t be too much of a potential controversy once the winner was determined. “In all seriousness though, it’s been really nice meeting you,” he sincerely stated.

[secondchancegoof]

aecuilibrium:

♚The hubristic smirk never falters from a triumphant countenance. Nodding, she hands the bow and arrow to him for his next turn. “ Game on. ”

Chance’s smile became one of confidence, carefully preparing to make the shot. Taking a deep breath, the son of Goofy let go and allowed the arrow to fly, giving a bright smile when it landed just an inch or two away from Prudence’s. “May the best one win.”

[secondchancegoof]

spotsandfreckles:

Shaking hands had been so weird when he first arrived in Auradon but now it was natural to take someone’s hand in his own without the intention of distracting them just to pick their pockets. “Carlos De Vil,” he introduced himself as he shook the male’s hand. “You too.” He tried to force a small but it fell when he glanced back down to his furry companion. “Anyways, I’ve got a lot of cleaning to do. I should probably hurry.”

“I can help out if you want,” the son of Goofy offered, brown eyes brightening with kindness. After all, it was important to stick together and lend helping hands when necessary. Growing up, Chance had done his best to assist his dad around the Goof household or pitching in some extra effort on his siblings’ homework assignments. However, of course, there were always exceptions, but refusing to help a VK was not one of them. The sins of the parents were not the sins of the children after all.

[secondchancegoof]

aecuilibrium:

🍎 She smirks broadly, taking the offered bow in hand. Readying her stance while bringing up the bow drawing the arrow next to it. With one deep inhale adroit appendages draw the bow and as she lets out a final breath aiming right for the center & with one final blow, releases the arrow from her grip as it lands upon the dartboard’s center, right next to Chance’s first shot. “How many rounds did we say we were doing again?”

The son of Goofy watched with amazement plain in his gaze before her question caught his attention once more. Thinking it over for a few moments, he inquired, “How about the classic two out of three?” After all, there was nothing wrong with embracing the time honored traditions, unless of course there was something immoral behind it all. In that case, you could certainly put your own spin on things. Snapping out his reverie, Chance gave a small, friendly smile as his congratulations for a job well done.

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rcflecticns:

    "it actually is, i like auradon ,is pretty nice” and people or most of them were actually very nice and she like them even if sometimes they can be a bit…well, not that positive or maybe a bit mean but she was guessing that this was just part of life or something “you are going to like it here, you will see, everyone or mostly everyone is very nice”

“Auradon definitely is pretty nice, minus the not so friendly peeps. Luckily though, as you said, the friendliness kind of outweighs it,” Chance agreed after listening to what Serena had to say. She definitely had a point, multiple ones actually, without a doubt. Sure, Auradon was meant to be a fantastic space, but sometimes their fellow AKs could be just as terrible or worse than the VKs crossing over.

[secondchancegoof]

aecuilibrium:

A hubristic smile begets an unperturbed facade. A contestable personage is known to never back down from a challenge. “May I?” However, she asks politely, svelte fingertips reaching out for the bow but not taking it,  knowing that his skills would become useful one day.

Chance nodded, slightly relaxing his hold on the bow if her intention was to borrow his. “Go for it, ladies first after all,” he spoke politely, brown eyes bright. Whether it was the thrill of the challenge or just plain friendliness, only time would be able to reveal that.

[secondchancegoof]

rcflecticns:

      a small smile was on her lips “thank you” serena was always nice and polite, she was always like that no matter what, sometimes that was really a good thing “to auradon? oh, well, my parents and since my siblings are all here i decided to also be here, i mean, why not and my best friend since childhood is here so…i think is really nice place to live, i miss home though but i can always go there when i want so it’s okay”

“You’re welcome and sounds pretty cool,” Chance replied. The son of Goofy had only known the United States of Auradon, memories from his first 5 years tended to be slightly hazy. As thoughts raced through his mind, his gaze bounced back to the water temporarily before making way back to Serena, nodding in agreement all the while at what was being said.

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cravepower:

Overt disapproval is succinctly evident upon learning his origins but an artful personage manages to mask this negative expression with a nonchalant gaze. Never matter, it wasn’t likely that she’d bump into him again. Regardless, a challenge was a challenge. “ Well, Chance it looks like we have ourselves a game. Loser needs to drink tequila shots. ”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Chance agreed as he gave a bright grin. Turning back to the target, the 25 year old pulled another arrow out of the quiver and nocked it with ease. Practice makes perfect from so many years of trying, doing his best, all of the other sappy things racing through his mind.