Padre Peter Rumancek

*pokes the new guy* and he's a literal antique mirror. why-- why is he poking his glass ? . . . ? ? ? The wolf made a few steps away looking at the mirror. "Gio really needs stop having secrets..." He murmured and sighed. “ . . . io ? ” a curious whisper seemed to murmur. just while he was still there, a little veiled figure pokes from the corner of the mirror. Like a ghost . “ . . . Gio ? ” the voice seemed to echo now. “ nn--  i o o o o . . . ” a few gentle taps on the surface in response. There was really someone in it? He looked at his watch, maybe it's like his watch? A token?  He stepped closer placing his hand now against the mirror.  "Can i enter this mirror with another token Gio has given to me? Can we talk then?" The mirror rarely speaks unless, well . . . catered. Gio had kept one of the few remaining mirrors made by the De Vergas for (certain) reasons. Perhaps Peter will figure out about it soon. As strange as the antique looks like, the surface...

He'll be leaving a very proper bouquet for Peter's mail . A hand- written letter saying it came from the Sistine as a token " for taking care of the camerlengo " . could be an alibi but at the same time the cursive says enough about who it came from and what for . Happy valentines , Peter . Answer as Peter back to Gio [A neatly folded note, slipped into a return envelope, carrying the faintest trace of ink smudged by fingers that hesitated just a moment too long.] Gio, How very… thoughtful of you. A token from the Sistine, no less—do I detect a touch of irony, or just the usual flair for the dramatic? Either way, I’ll be sure to admire the craftsmanship before ensuring it finds a respectable home. The letter, however—now, that’s something else. A signature would’ve been redundant, wouldn’t it? The cursive alone might as well whisper your name. You do realize subtlety is an art, not just an excuse to let someone else say it out loud. Happy Valentine’s, Gio. I assume I ...

If @CharmingVenator doesn't mind , there's a strange wolf lingering near his caravan . showing no threat at all . couldn't even walk straight . simply sniffing near the wheel, seemingly looking for something .

oes he also fancy wine ... ? Oh he does. If he gets the wine kisses then? . . . ( negotiable ) . yes— "Can i get one now...?" a stare with widened eyes will meet the other . Of course he was fooling around but - the question caught him off guard . oh, w- well . . . he'll nervously chuckle . "You look like if I wanna eat you.. Just a small little kiss." He said, oh the wolf in him was longing and he stepped a little closer. That was rather unexpected-- ? Gio was staring , unsure of what to do. Well, when was the last time they had a proper interaction without the worry of everything they're involved with ? who would've thought the cardinal can be bashful? He chuckled again . nervously . “ i- . . . ahm . ” He felt how nervous he was and so he got an idea. "It's your birthday that's my gift for you. So, close your eyes.. And trust me. Do you?" He gently touched his suit jacket looking into his eyes. . . . I never told you that. ” who told...