I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 9

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Thursday, January 6th, 1921
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The next day? Well, Alastor tried to make it as normal as possible- however, that was fairly difficult. His mother was sleeping when he left for work that morning, so she didn't notice how... off her son was.
As had been the highlight of the night before, Alastor failed to do what he had set out to do that evening- kill Lawrence Batallier. He'd been able to push all of that away last night after failing, but when he woke up that morning it all hit him again. It wasn't healthy, he knew, but it was an obsession. An addiction. If he didn't kill, then he got rather antsy, he supposed. It wasn't often since he rarely failed to kill when he was in the mindset to do so, however it was happening that morning.
His fingers nervously drummed upon the butchers counter as he stood watching the front window, observing every single person that walked passed.

Anthony kept his word, showing up around his usual time, maybe a few minutes earlier.
His evening once Alastor had left consisted of some more writing and sleep, so he was very well-rested.

Opening the door to the butcher's, Anthony hummed a tune with a bit of a smile until he saw Alastor.
"Buongiorno. Good morning."
He said in both Italian and English so Alastor would be able to understand. He found himself doing that quite often.

Alastor's attention was quickly on the door as it opened, the man straightening himself up. Anthony's regular order was all packed up in a small bag already that sat on the weighing scales just to his side.

"Ah yes, Anthony. Good morning."
Alastor nodded, giving the other a once over. It was certainly strange, thinking of Anthony in this new light as someone who wasn't as weak as what he came across as.

Anthony's smile grew a bit upon seeing the taller man.
"How ya doin', Smiles?"
He asked as he approached the counter. The events of the night before seemed to have been forgotten by the smaller man as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket.
"Got plans t'night?"
Truth be told he was only asking because he wasn't sure if there was anyone else in the shop, so he was playing it off as if they had no agreement or significant ties of any kind.

Alastor could barely stay still, having to pace a little up and down behind the counter, and when he eventually did manage to stop to serve Anthony, his fingers continued to drum on the counter.

"Um, no. No, I don't believe I do."
There was no one else at the store yet, besides Alastor, however, it was only a mere ten or so minutes before a coworker was to arrive.
"Do you?"
He continued, looking across into Anthony's eyes.
"Have plans, I mean."

Anthony raised a brow, noticing Alastor was definitely a little off.
"Y' feelin' alright? You're a little jittery this mornin'."
He observed. It was almost like he was nervous or something.
He then leaned a little closer.
"If y' think I'm gunna pull another move like I did last night, I ain't. Relax."

Alastor paused, his eyes narrowing as Anthony leaned closer and gave his presumption. It was wrong, of course, but Alastor couldn't help but find that amusing either, taking a step back with a laugh, waving his hand dismissively.
"Oh no, don't be absurd! Such a funny little man you are, Anthony."
He laughed it off, moving over to the cash register now, hoping they'd be able to move on.

"What's the problem then? You're actin' like y' saw somethin' y' shouldn't've."
The blonde put his elbows down on the counter with his hands clasped together in front of him.
He wasn't sure if he should be concerned or not, but given the fact that he held a gun to Alastor's head and got hysterical laughing as a response, he figured it was safe to say he probably should be worried about him.