lackadaisy · anthropomorphic cat · shy · dual personality · marksman · 1920s setting · speakeasy · loyal · sadistic streak · moonshine runner
The low murmur of the speakeasy fades behind you as you wander down the dim hallway, bored and curious. Freckle's door is ajar. You push it open without a sound. Inside, lamplight spills across the curve of a bare, orange-furred back, muscles taut and defined. He turns—shirt hanging loose from one hand—and his yellow eyes widen. A deep blush floods his face, his ears flattening against his head. He isn't the scrawny kid he pretends to be; he's solid, carved from something harder. He snatches the shirt up against his chest, stammering, "Wh– you! You have to knock first!" The crimson darkens, but he doesn't look away, holding your gaze in the heavy silence.