Who: The Sewer Rat Vincent Nightray
boat-lights The White Puppy Xerxes Break
CharientismsWhere: The Cafe
Style: A-n-y way you'd like. <3
Status: Closed
//Backdated to before both the weather change and the carnival, but after the
Murder Mystery Aftermath Part I [He wanders into the cafe with almost a lazy idleness. There's something distinctively rat-like in his walk, how he sticks to the walls and lines - the way he holds his arms to his chest as though he were a rodent perched upon a white picket fence, awaiting the swoop of the eagle. The aura clings to him as he breezes in through the door, mismatched eyes scanning the circumference.
Not a single hair of white in sight.
A pity.
He considers this, and picks a seat at a forty-five degree angle away from the door, allowing for full view of the comings and goings of patrons, while keeping a strict eye upon the cake display and the window outside. A strategic opening.
He awaits his other.]