((I’m back here for one day and I’ve accidentally stayed up so late that the sun is beginning to show. Oh dear.))

Alexander’s expression didn’t flicker but his stone cold gaze burned into the sugar covered mess. “You’re quite rude and not worth my time. Be gone.”

“I’m considering selling my partner. Useless at everything, poor hygiene and manners aren’t even his vocabulary. He’s also an artist, poor person profession. I’ll take any offers.”

“Well, I’M considering to donate my artist poor person to charity because he’s a needy case! He’s not worth a single penny.”

Alexander’s emotion didn’t change, even at the compliment on his suits. Just information he already knew. “No. I don’t bother learning names which are irrelevant. Why are you asking?”

“Cheap whiskey? Why would I drink cheap whiskey? Are you mocking me?” Alexander said, his brows knitting together as he became more frustrated at the silly nonsense.

“I would prefer you much more if you dressed like this when doing your supposed detective work.” @SMOKEANDWOLF

“There really are some peculiar folk around these days.”

"I apologise, duty called but I am back. Now, who's going to shower me in the attention I so deserve?"

// *bump up* //

“Sometimes people irritate me so much I would snap their neck in half a heartbeat. I wonder if I’m wrong and humans are the real monsters I should be caging and slicing up. Food for thought, really.”

“I hope nightmares plague their minds and they claw out their own eyes in attempt to soothe their fright.”

“Perhaps I am insane but at least I am empathetic. To some extent. I’m in a foul mood if no one can tell and I would so enjoy having someone to just come help me figure things out. I always tend to think more rationally when someone is strapped and screaming.”

“Am I feeling any brighter today? No. Why is that you wonder? Because no one has offered themselves to me. I’m surrounded by morons.”