The rooster always looks forward to the night, but at times, there’s something that stops him from fully rampaging like he used to before. The snake was heartless and cold, hardly interested in anything but the job. They were all like that at the end of the day, but he seemed different than the rest. More interesting. Sinclair never stopped looking for the snake with his eyes when it was possible. Sometimes, he wondered if he would see him out. He wondered if the other would ever react to him approaching. Maybe one day he would do as he wished.
ao3 down for maintenance so we're reading the fic like this now #lcb1311
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