❝ Everything that happens ❞

Ever since coming to this town, Neal hadn't known what to do. That moment with his father in the pawnshop had made him feel a connection and close-ness to him, proving maybe on some level he had changed. Neal still felt out of place in this town though, like he had family here, but, there wasn't much keeping him here besides Henry. Especially in a town where newcomers rarely came.

Neal just felt like the little out of place foster kid all over again, one that didn't have anyone wanting him around, and, looking at him no matter where he went. All he wanted was a normal life of blending in, and, not being stared at everywhere he went.

But, he guessed being the son of Rumplestiltskin would never let that be possible.

As he wandered Storybrooke that day, Neal tightened his jacket around himself. Neal didn't know where exactly to go, but, he just wanted to see what this town had to offer. All he had knowledge of was the Bed and Breakfast, where he was staying, his father's shop and the school. Aside from that, there wasn't much else he knew where anything was.

The longer he wandered this town, the more he could sense that he was being followed. After spending nearly two centuries being stalked by Pan and his lost boys, he could tell when he was. But, he didn't quite know why he was being followed this time. All he knew was that he now had to watch out of the corner of his eyes to see where it was coming from.

Stopping in the middle of the footpath, Neal smirked softly, before glancing straight ahead. "You can come out now." Neal said, turning towards where the man obviously was hiding himself.

❝ happens by design ❞

Cheshire Cat

NEAL CASSIDY

THISKIDSNOTALRIGHT of Adoxography

If Christopher didn't find a story soon, his butt was fired, and no amount of complimenting his boss's tie was going to save him. Humming nervously, he hit the streets. It's true that he didn't particularly care for the job, writing was his passion, not so much journalism, but what else was going to pay for his suits and caviar?

"Damn you Sydney" he muttered as he made his way to the only place in town where he would find a good story. It was common knowledge by now that Granny's was the hot spot. Every hero in town worth a rats tush met up there for chow. Simple.

Now for the most important matter, who to tag? He ran through his options jumping over the more tight figures like miss Emma Swan or Mayor Mills. Maybe Snow White if he were lucky but....hello beautiful!

"Jack pot" Chesh hit the ground behind one of Granny's bushes as he watched his target make his way out the door. On all fours he baby crawled his way along, watching that fine figure move along without a care.

Baelfire, son of the dark one, lover of the Sheriff, father of the Mayor's son. This man was the key to all....including Chesh keeping his job. If he had to crawl or beg for the story then so...

"You can come out now"

....be it.

Skidding upward into standing position, Chesh flashed his 110% smile. "Hi there...do you like coffee?"

❝ Everything that happens ❞

Standing there looking at the bushes where he knew the person was, Neal waited for whoever it was to show themselves. Being followed was something he was very tired of, and, he would rather everyone just show themselves rather then sneaking around.

Seeing the person who it was stand up, Neal raised his eyebrows in surprise at the man. He didn't recognise him, but, he probably knew him. Because it was probably common knowledge around here by now. The man didn't look much older then he was, but, then again with the frozen time, it didn't surprise him.

Raising his eyebrows in surprise at the man's question, Neal rolled his eyes before shaking his head slightly. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do." Neal then looked at the man. "You followed me all the way from Granny's just to ask me that?"

Neal kept his hands in his pockets, before looking at him. "I can tell that's not really why you're here, so, why don't we save time and you tell me what you really wanted?"

❝ happens by design ❞

Cheshire Cat
NEAL CASSIDY

THISKIDSNOTALRIGHT of Adoxography