( Sunday doesn't miss on the crowds phasing in and out, like fish in the water disappearing between reflections. As Sunday follows behind, he keeps his surroundings on his peripherals, wary of any sudden movement or danger. Paranoia runs naturally in his veins, but it's not as bad as it used to be.
What is bad is this horrible sensation his body seems to reject. He can't mold his surroundings how he likes, he doesn't have his servants or the other Family members who help him police all rules. He can't control anything.
As they arrive closer to the establishment, Sunday thinks he sees a dark shape in the distance, a person. It stands out like a sore thumb between all the faceless ones, but they disappear before Sunday gets a real sense of who they are. It could have been a butler? Naturally, Sunday keeps this fact to himself. Communicating important observations? Naaah. )
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What is bad is this horrible sensation his body seems to reject. He can't mold his surroundings how he likes, he doesn't have his servants or the other Family members who help him police all rules. He can't control anything.
As they arrive closer to the establishment, Sunday thinks he sees a dark shape in the distance, a person. It stands out like a sore thumb between all the faceless ones, but they disappear before Sunday gets a real sense of who they are. It could have been a butler? Naturally, Sunday keeps this fact to himself. Communicating important observations? Naaah. )
Has this happened before?