#raincoatnightmare

@raincoatnightmare

Another distant clap of thunder rolled in the sky, a possible storm was coming closer to the now moving ship. Sighing at the sound, the young lord keeps pacing down the long hall with the confusing paper in his hands. It was of information about the Guests who may attend this year, and while far off still he would need to begin the advertisement and their possible locations would be good to target and...

Another sigh as he clears his thoughts. Why was there so little written here? There must be another sheet, or more, or perhaps someone never finished it. Intent on finding out now, he has little choice but to find his co-owner for questions, she would likely know. Of course, while he hadn't seen her all day (she seemed to have left their shared (ick) room earlier than he woke) there was some rooms she may be in more likely than the rest.

Walking faster now with a destination in mind, his peek through a doorway proved right on the first try. Without too much frustration of the list or pride in his quick finding in his voice, he begins speaking immediately.

@raincoatnightmare​​ ASKED: || “ sets off a firework that goes flying straight to where he is bETTER RUN ”

      He may have let out a scream shrill enough to rival his daughter. It didn’t last long however, he was very quick to throw himself out of his rolling chair and under his desk, him and his mirrors curled up inside the small space like an iron legged insect that’s heard a tornado siren.   

The colorful lights reflect off his mirrors! Sparks flying everywhere, turning his room into a (slightly singed) disco ball before slowly dying down.

@raincoatnightmare​

@raincoatnightmare​ uttered: candice died today.

AN INNOCENT STARE. The Lady wonders if she should know whoever this was, since it was important enough for Six, of all people, to mention their passing. Then again, what was some lowly stranger in comparison to her precious time, which she could use to pursue more entertaining information?

❝ Who is Candice? ❞

Continuing to enter their room quietly, he stares straight ahead, blurred slightly around the edges. No matter how often, he's still gunna be 'gentlemanly' and not embarrassed by her sight nope. At least he wasn't acting aggressive, instead very relaxed with a soft voice.

This seemed to break the shade as he quickly takes her other hand as well, holding it close where she pat, momentarily ignoring any consequence of his emotional freeze. He begins shaking and his form blurs on the edges, if he could cry he would, only letting out a single hitched breath.