If only he knew what a great movie it apparently was. The city-born citizens filed out of the movie theatre before he could eat a single marshmallow, chatting rapidly over how great the film was while the mafioso was left to curse the awful city’s time.
He exited the theatre’s doors and left through the main entrance, any anticipation over the film dying quite quickly. At the very least, he could still enjoy his full bad of marshmallows.
But the city didn’t want to stop there. It sped through the movie, calmed, and then decided to halt completely– stepping out into the street he was met with a flood of gold, the city painted by the sun’s golden hour right before sunset.
At least it would stay at this time for a while.
Heading down the street towards his home residence shared with the Baskerville, he passed by only a few animated citizens, pointing out the ones here for the sake of the experiment. He didn’t bother to stop and talk, continuing on down the road at his own leisurely pace.
Until she entered his field of vision.
But she wasn’t exactly as he remembered.
Her features were the same, the unique cotton candy colour of her hair and eyes making her distinguishable no matter how differently she dressed. Her hair style, her fitted dress, even the more innocent look on her face– she was clearly different, but she was still his Charlotte.
“Hmmm. ~♪” His humming followed him as he skipped to her, standing in front of her to halt her advancement. “You’ve gone and dressed up completely different. You look adorable in anything, don’t you?