When the specified date and time had neared, Crane had gotten himself ready and out of his house, walking the rather short distance to the mentioned cafe. He had opted to wear a simple suit that had been tailored to his lean body, monochromatic save for the blue tie paired with it that matched his eyes. The doctor had obviously not bought it himself. No, the outfit had been picked by Wesker, who had a hobby of dressing the skeletal redhead.
Crane still retained his exhausted and nearly dead look, though there was a slight amount of a spark of life behind his slate colored eyes. In fact, there was nearly a smile on his lips as he settled inti a booth and quietly ordered a cup of tea. Nearly.
Anonymous: Four large manila envelopes lie on Crane’s desk. There are no sign of them being shipped, nor any sign of a break-in. On the outside, the first merely reads, “Consider us a grant” in neat cursive with the back-slant of a left-handed writer. Inside them is a total sum of more than enough money to buy a Ferrari, stacked in neat sets of fifty twenty-dollar bills.
The doctor surveyed the envelopes in silence when he found them, not touching them until he was certain they were safe. But once any potential threat was negated, he opened them with a small letter opener. When the bills from the first spilled onto his desk, his eyes widened and shifted from the money to the note.
Certainly, the doctor himself didn’t bring in much — if any — income; all funds were covered by his partner. But his ‘mysterious benefactor’ clearly didn’t know about that. Or didn’t care.
Narrowed eyes scrutinized the writing as he pushed the packages back, a fingertip tracing over the letters idly for a moment.
Crane stood, pushing back his chair. The man had courage. That much was plain. To make his presence known in the Scarecrow’s personal area? Oh, he was just begging for attention. Or worse.
He slipped out the disguised entrance and made his way to the address that he had been given prior by the man. Something had to be done about this. But firstly, Crane’s curiosity had to be sated.
((NO, WAIT, THAT’S A LIE. ASDF HOW DID I FORGET?!))
[ XD I had sent one other a little bit ago, pretty much asking if I had derped and missed a reply on the 20 questions thing Richard and Crane had going on, or if we were done with that. |D I’m a bit of a derp sometimes all the time. ]