#mitchftw

"Well. I suppose the raven is out of the bag now."

"We can talk about Cane, love the little kiddy! … …Obviously, that's not who you mean."

🌀 "No... I don't mind talking about Cane, though."

"Beliaaal..." Mitch opens and closes his fingers over his palm - waving the butler to come close and lean down - as his voice grows hushed and low, "I need a favooor..."

Wonky, awkward - someone else might've said it has 'heart.' It's not the first woodcarving gift he's received from Kris - didn't the carving look better then? More... professional. Simple, maybe... but better. Then again, he knows squat about woodcarving.

He carefully takes the head, giving it a slight wave. "What's this about?" An indirect 'what's wrong-' it's sloppy, why is that? Amateur, difficulty, or something else?

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"Distraction. Had to put the knife to use somewhere before it broke bones." Just a shrug, as if they didn't say something that definitely sounded like a maiming to murder threat for someone. "and human practice." humans are intricate! That, plus looking closer past Kris' bangs, it does seem like they've got baggier then eyes then usual. Perhaps tired.

"I know I was right. I'm always right. What was I right about?"

@mitchftw

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Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Sir Topham Hatt was taking in the sight before him in Knapford Station. It wasn't pretty. Windows shattered along the shops, tracks up-hinged with the metal sleepers twisted at odd angles, Gordon's coaches completely tipped over on their sides. Dents and scratches all over the passenger cars as if they went through a sudden war zone. Let alone, there was a rare expression of shock on the Express engine's face as if he witnessed something that he perhaps wasn't supposed to see.