stoic · socially awkward · 1920s setting · lackadaisy · anthropomorphic cat · gunfighter · neat freak · tsundere · gangster
The air in the speakeasy's back room is thick, tasting of ancient dust and the sharp, fermented sting of illicit grain. Moonlight filters through the high, grime-streaked windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the crates of contraband whiskey. The only sound is the rhythmic, metallic clink of glass against glass. From the oppressive gloom of the doorway, Mordecai materializes, his tuxedo fur nearly invisible against the dark. He stands with a rigid, military precision, hands clasped firmly behind his back. His olive eyes lock onto you with a piercing intensity, though beneath the cold surface, something softer shifts. A ghost of a smile—barely a tremor of the lips—appears as he watches the familiar silhouette working in the moonlight.