what year is it? and who turned out the lights i cant see anything

      something that was taken from him… “so it’s a job you called me here for. who knows what the higher ups are thinking nowadays. guess you’re right about that. as long as there’s cash to make, these pigs won’t keep their noses out of it. i got my orders already and i’m supposed to take care of whatever mission you got for me. now, tell me what i’m looking for: is it an object? a person? the more reliable the information, the faster we can get this over with.”

      ‘ unfortunately i’m rather uninformed when it comes to the layout         of this city. it would be a waste of my time to wonder aimlessly. ’

            a momentary pause, his hand removing a small bag from a             pocket before tossing a candy in his mouth and putting it back.             he shifts his weight ever so slightly, most of it resting upon the             cane in his right hand. true was it that break took oz, alice and             gilbert on vacation, but it served another purpose altogether.

                                 no matter how far or fast they run                                      fate catches up to everyone                                       and fate is far curler than i

*gets a bat to swing on you with*

    ‘ uuuuhhh…you okay there?’

@felixdolor

      any normal individual would have certainly broken a bone       or two, but this man? well it’s better not to ask too many       questions. he brushes himself off, giving a little wave to       the other as a sign that he’s probably only hurt his pride.

      “you’d expect common courtesy from a gangster? you’ve got some screwed up brains in that head. well, not that i care, but that still doesn’t explain why you’re making all this small talk. get to the point already or don’t waste my time. guest or not, this is tiresome for the both of us.”

            a playful hum as he carries two plates, each with a small             slice of white cake. he’d have eaten it all himself if it weren’t             for guests.

      “taste, huh. if you’d been anyone else, i would’ve kicked your teeth in already. what’s with the observation anyway? can’t be that you expect me to throw a compliment back.”

         eyes on the prize ( his scarf ). “gimme.” / @felixdolor​

      he’s smiling, but the impression he’s giving off is far from happy.

         what’s ‘a hoot.’