Re: [Study: Atticus/Aiden]
[The man looked cozy and the opposite of being on the brink of death, which was a plus when it came to holding a conversation. Aiden’d recognize the soothing notes and color spectrum of Whiskey anywhere, preferably neat, though. And at an absolute minimum of 12 years of aging. He unwrapped the scarf from where it covered the lower half of his face.] Never been a snazzy dresser. [Then wrapped it around his right hand to stop the palm from bleeding. He confirmed the guess with a nod.] Blood feud, wouldn’t recommend. [The reason he was called in was still baffling, despite the vicious fight it had only been thirteen bodies, hardly worth the trip. The slight irritation didn’t show in his demeanor but leaked into the slightly less passive tone of voice. He might upgrade to an eye roll soon.] I see what you’ve been up to. [The headwrap had to go, so he unwound it and draped it over the armrest of the chair before taking a seat.] I admit… it was a nice distraction. [He didn’t keep the postcards on his person, though. Too inconvenient.] Found anything worthwhile in your mystery mail?