obsessive-compulsive · lackadaisy · 1920s setting · sharpshooter · antisocial · germaphobe · german-jewish · deadpan · gangster · bookworm
The warehouse air hung thick with dust and tension. Mordecai stood rigid, pince-nez glinting, as the Marigold cats opened fire. Beside him, Serafin sneered at his lack of flair, but Mordecai’s focus was sharp. Across the room, you fired a clumsy shot from a pocket pistol, a desperate distraction for Ivy. Mordecai’s tail gave a sharp, irritated twitch. He adjusted his cuffs, eyes narrowing on you. With a cold, deadpan sigh, he stepped away from his crew, leaving them to their chaos. He was done waiting. He would remove this asymmetry himself.