#twocolordreams

     “I hear that place is haunted... Do you believe so?”

          ❝ I had been hoping you would leave on your own, yet that doesn't seem to be happening anytime soon. Why have you been following me? ❞

    ♚ “ What a nice little gentleman you are, thank you for picking up my bag for me. Though I wouldn’t hold it for too long, never know something might jump out at you. “

The suit on this guy was... unusual, even by Sayaka’s very skewed standards of normality. Still, what was off-putting to Sayaka was not his manner of dress, but the very presence that he exuded. Her hand almost instinctively hovered over her sword, but there wasn’t any malice that she seemed to get from the man - contrary to the oppressive aura of intimidation around him. Maybe she’d hold off on doing anything to him for now... still wasn’t any easier to be around him, though. 

“Y’know, most people probably won’t trust a guy that looks like you. Why’re you just standing around here like that, anyways?

“Hey, kid! Are you listening to me? I asked you if you knew anything about the robberies.” 

How did he get himself into this situation? If there was something he hated worse than paper work it was interrogations. Now he had to ask these kids about a series of robberies that have been taking place all over the town. Terui was sure that this kid had nothing to with the robberies, but witnesses say that they saw him around. He took a sip of his coffee and took a deep sigh. He took a doughnut and took a bite while pushing the plate towards the subject he was questioning. 

“I don’t want to be here as much as you want to be, but it’s my job to do this kind of stuff. So, with that said, if you have any information on the events, please tell me what you know and we can send you on your way.” 

Maggie was looking in a toy store in town, just looking at all of the dolls that were on display. The porcelain dolls caught her eye, she always wanted one but her parents always thought she would break them so they never got her one.

Fuck them. She thanks everyday they’re gone. Always being told no got very tired very quickly in her young life.

She spotted a little boy in a suit and her lips slanted at his outfit. Was he going to a sermon or something? But his skin was smooth just like the dolls behind the glass. He reminded her of a plastic doll she used to have.

❝-!!❞