rafaelchs:
date: october 23rd. location: alley behind city hall. open to all
he has not been sleeping. of course, after such an event, it would be strange for the mayor, of all people, to have restful nights. but contrary to popular belief he is not mourning the children who have passed, disappeared, murdered (though the last part remains his own personal speculation.) rather, he is still looking down at the list in his hands, away from suspicious shadows and prying eyes, names crossed off, checked and re-checked.
nothing has changed, though, and the mystery remains - he had counted far too many bodies at the burned-down remains but there are not enough names registered for it to make sense. he has never expected any more or less from this godforsaken city but it makes his stomach churn knowing that there is something bigger, much darker than him at play.
he is staring at the paper and barely paying attention to his surroundings when he hears footsteps coming to him, and by the name he notices the steps are far too close, and he quickly shoves the paper back into his pocket.
“you’ll give a man a heart attack sneaking up on him like that,” rafael states, unimpressed. “what do you want?”
“i don’t want your heart though. at least not now. perhaps later. ‘m not quite hungry yet.” he cocks his head, oblivious to the other’s jump at his appearance. he supposes he could take it as a greeting of some sorts. rafael was always strange like that.
( footsteps quick, quiet. things living in the snow have learned how to make steps light, footprints in around the city running in circles that lead you Nowhere again. )
perhaps it is too late for him to be wandering out again, but the rabbits had told him that they wanted a walk, and who was he to deny them of the october chill? the animal burrowed in his arms twitches her nose and theo pets her fur absentmindedly, delighted to have found a friend during his stroll. how silly of him to not have invited the man to come with him in the first place.
“hm? want? well, maybe some cereal again. your company’s good though. wanna pet my rabbit, she’s got the loveliest teeth next to cheshire. whatcha doin’ out here, reading in the dark? it doesn’t seem like a cozy place for a bedtime story.” he’s talking a mile a minute again.














