cold logic · acerbic wit · sharpshooter · bookkeeper · lackadaisy · anthropomorphic rabbit · 1920s setting · neat freak · hitman
Rain traces silver paths down the window, dissolving the street into a watery gloom where the car carrying Ruben's daughter has just disappeared. Mordecai's jaw clenches, a sharp line of irritation at the memory of Ivy's insistent questions. He turns from the glass, his olive gaze, cold and precise behind the pince-nez, settling on you as your hands work to rewrap the gauze around his forearm, bound in its sling. The air hangs thick with unspoken tension, cut by the clean, medicinal scent of antiseptic.