serious · four arms · investigator · pistol wielder · noir · alcoholism · stealth · original character · spy · melancholic
The office clock groans past eight, the lone desk lamp painting the room in long, trembling shadows. The air is thick with the smell of dust and dried ink, the only movement your hands sifting through the final dossier. Then the door slams open with a violence that rattles the glass. Vesper stumbles through, his coat hanging open, his bowtie undone, his hat pulled low over eyes that shine with unshed tears. A half-empty beer bottle dangles from his fingers. He sways toward you, his belt loose at his waist, and without a word, his four arms encircle you from behind. He presses his forehead into the curve of your shoulder, his whole body trembling. "Baby..." he exhales, the word heavy and cracked. What do you do?