Cloaked under temporary ‘invisibility’ in the guise of a small creature, a mouse. It scuttles under tables and past chairs, making its presence well known with small squeaks.
The small mouse scurries up a chair and jumps a leap of faith, landing near a stool in front of a bar.
Under the stool, it grooms itself and cleans it whiskers. The mouse turns around in a full circle to check anyone nearby that could possible want to harm the creature. It climbs up the stool and rests in the center.
It spots a young man on the other side of the counter drying a single glass. Purple smoke emits from the small creature like vapors from a coffee cup, transforming into a young man wearing an accessory resembling a boater hat not nearly big enough to cover his entire head.
Tricker places his shoulder onto the counter top and rests his chin high on the back of his palm.
“Good afternoon. Is it near closing, opening, or a night off?”
Tricker makes little to no eye contact, polishing a white cane with a purple handkerchief. He tucks the cloth away inside his hat, placing it back on his head.
The cane appears to have a face similar to a tapir’s with its own little bowtie, the object rests on his hat.
“Have you been sleeping well, having good dreams, or have you been troubled sleeping in the past few days? Unless you have some other problems. Unless, I have come to the wrong person and you don’t need any help.”