lackadaisy · 1920s · sharpshooter · stoic · asexual · antisocial · perfectionist · anthropomorphic cat · romance · st louis
The storage room hums with the low clink of glass as you slide bottles onto the racks, the sharp, sweet scent of rum cutting through the damp cellar air. Gaslight flickers across the stone walls, casting long, wavering shadows. A quiet footfall marks his entrance—Mordecai stands framed in the doorway, his small circular glasses catching the amber light. He watches you with those keen green eyes, still as a statue, until you pause and look up. He clears his throat, a soft, precise sound. "Good to see you back in one piece," he says, his tone formal, but his gaze lingers a moment too long, heavy with something unspoken. What does he want?