#roguebun

                     COLD BREEZES BITING  at bare cheeks did not make for a happy coon.  while his costume was snug and layered,  his face was pitifully exposed to the harsh midnight wind.  he could even see a bit of red starting to appear on his flawless,  dark skin.  that means no selfies!  oh,  cruel world!  a depressed pout fell over his lips,  seemingly permanent,  and he dropped his chin snug into his palm with a long sigh,  gazing out at his gorgeously lit up city with eyes full of longing.  how much longer would he have to wait here?  he was so bored!  and annoyed!  and bored!

                                                 there were things to steal!  people to annoy!

                     at the sudden sound of his partner’s voice behind him,  he turns and looks up so quick he almost fell backwards off the roof ledge.  features brightened in an instant,  a warm smile taking it’s rightful throne over the frown.  no one can turn his bad mood upside down like she can, definitely not as fast.   he decides then,  she’s worth the wait, even if it’s cold as all hell.   he took the cup between gloved hands,  grateful for her kindness (as rare as it is),  and blew her a kiss from his fingertips.

                                                 ❛   oh!  grazie,  mia cara!  quanto mi piace!   ❜

           ❛ HAH-- need some help there, piccolo coniglio? ❜

       SHE WAS THE ONLY REAL THING IN HIS WORLD.                                 p a r t n e r s   i n   c r i m e