He could only come up with two possible reasons for this outcome.
One, he’d gotten drunk as a lord and somehow wound up spending the night at some fancy hotel in a place that was completely foreign to him; or two, he was kidnapped from his own home for one reason or another and was now being kept hostage in an unlocked hotel room.
And when he answered the knock on the front door, he discovered that the only one keeping guard was a sheep holding a letter in its mouth, its eyes peering up at him.
Right. Maybe he’s still drunk, or dreaming. Actually, he’s got to be dreaming. Who would let a sheep into a hotel in the first place? Who would hire a messenger sheep, even? The mafioso reached for the letter, opening the envelope to read the contents inside... and in that moment, his dazed confusion shifted into irritable frustration. His reaction to the letter could be summed up in five simple words.
“What the hell is this?” According to the absolutely nonsensical message, he was supposedly in some foreign city he’s never heard of in his life, and they wanted him to stay here. Live here. First of all, no way was that going to happen. Secondly, all of this was shady as hell. Whoever these guys were, Aries and Stella, they had some nerve to kidnap him and throw him into some fairy tale city. He crumpled the paper in his hand. His initial solution to the problem was to find them and beat them up, but that was impossible if he hadn’t a hint to finding their location.
His eyes then turned to the sheep, its innocent gaze having been patiently settled on the frustrated man for some time. He clicked his tongue. Upon obtaining the pen and paper that had been neatly laid out for him on the table, he began to write his very angry complaint to a certain pair of “Civil Servants”.
Is this supposed to be some kind of joke? Sheep, seriously? Stars and cotton clouds? Did you throw me in a goddamn kids book?
Come here so we can discuss things accordingly, face to face. I’m waiting.
And with that, the letter goes to the sheep.
