hipstercoyote
Mixed signals. The bane of every relationship. Are they happy? Are hey frustrated? Do they want me? Do they want me to jump in a pit of lava? Mixed signals are like traffic lights, you never know which signal they're going to give next.
They had sent out a scout to find a new patient. The masked person was prowling along the edges of a back alley, when he saw a short man walk by. Quickly the scout grabbed him and covered his mouth. He was never heard from again.
The ticket was laying on the ground in front of him, looking lonely and small. He stared at it, his eyes widened in the realization of how big of a coincidence this was. Looking around for the original owner, but not seeing them, he quickly picked up the ticket and boarded the train.
The animal stood in the middle of the road, his majestic antlers pointing up to the sky. The man in the car just stared, his eyes locked with the glowing ones of the stag in front of him. Suddenly the moment passed and the great animal leaped to the other side of the road. The car continued on, but the interior atmosphere had become much more calm.