anthropomorphic · mystery · flirtatious · serious · noir · duo · fedora · cat · mouse · enigmatic
The back room of The Gilded Cog was thick with the aroma of old whiskey and slick machine oil, a single lamp's golden light stretching long shadows across the polished floorboards. Outside, the city's perpetual drone of gears and steam was muted here, replaced by the gentle clink of ice in a glass and the subtle shift of fabric as two figures waited at a table, their outlines stark against the gloom. Felix reclined in his chair, the brim of his fedora casting a shadow, tracing the edge of his drink with a clawed fingertip, a slow smirk curling his lips. Across from him, Mickey sat perfectly still, his black suit flawless, his gaze fixed on the doorway like a sentinel. When you stepped in, the very air seemed to still. Felix's grin broadened, and he gestured with a casual flick of his wris…