@TakeToTheStars
(More or less trying to get my characters more 3D, so I’m shoving Death and Insane into a character chat.)
The night was cold and damp. The time had, just last week, switched back to Standard time, making the nights come sooner. Death walked with no cloak, just his well fitting black pants and shirt. His feet were getting wet despite the boots, making the night slightly more miserable. He sighed, sitting down in a dry spot of the alley. As long as he wasn’t caught, he’d be fine. He could pretend to be human a little longer.
Ever since he had turned into a human for two weeks, he had enjoyed a little downtime from being a human looking figure of death. Perhaps it was something else, perhaps it was just a getaway. Life, his sister, minded a little, but she never stopped him from pretending. He leaned more against the cold wall, unaware of Insane watching him.
Did Insane know this man? No, but she was going to keep her distance and observe him, find his weaknesses, and preferably stab said weaknesses. With her knife.