WHITTAKER.

❛ of course. i trust your judgement over the tourist kiosks. ❜ he stood up and followed close behind him. his gaze meandered as they walked; he had never stayed with elliot. truthfully, he had never stayed in germany long enough where he needed a bed for more than one evening. for him, any trip meant rushing to and from whatever country his boss wanted him to be, with no real time to stop and take everything in.

he peered out one of the windows and visibly perked up when he said “adventure.” it had been many years since he had considered such a thing … ❛ oh ? did you think i’d say no ? ❜ he shook his head. ❛ if you do go on one soon, you have to tell me. ❜ he needed an excuse to escape somewhere.

                                _{———❝ MIND IF I ASK A PERSONAL QUESTION? it’s only personal because you’re so much older than me. ❞
the man smiled, setting the suitcase on the covered mattress and plopping himself down beside it. green eyes glossed over his palm, the red beneath his skin turning back to his paler shade. he wondered about his body at times, how it continued to beat and drum against an ever changing landscape, despite the unnecessity of an immortal pulse. did whittaker bleed?}

❝ when is your birthday? ❞
it would be hard to forget such a day, even with the years the man had lived. he considered his own birthday, a cold day in november, a time when the death of autumn had already run its course but the beauty of winter had not yet painted the landscape white.

❝ … if we can’t have fun today, then i might consider sponsoring an adventure for the future. ❞