The wallpaper seemed to move, with a snaking pattern of lines weaving their way around towards the center, the door behind the desk. The pattern was hypnotic and shifted as she watched it, like an optical illusion. It was alive, somehow; she couldn't explain it in words even if she could open her mouth to speak. 
                          
She also found Risotto a bit off putting. His height might not have been what made her uneasy, because as intimidating as it was, it was more like his presence as a whole was peculiar. That's not to say he was bad looking-- he had a sharp, handsome sort of face and quiet, deep red eyes that would glow like a candle in the night. Yet still, she couldn't even bring herself to look at him directly.
                          
The mayor made her feel uncomfortable as well, though that was mostly because he wouldn't stop his staring at her, wondering why she was so docile compared to her counterpart.
                          
"I've heard what's been said around the town, so I hope it won't be too out of place for me to think that you came from those woods? The ones just beyond our entrance?" Risotto asked, fishing another set of bones from his bowl before throwing them into his mouth.
                          
That was another thing Reimi didn't like. He'd take his skeletal hand, boney and devoid of color, and dipped it into that artic water to pinch a set of goldfish bones by the tail --All while it still somehow remained together-- before gingerly slinking it onto his long, wet tongue and gulping it contently.
                          
"Yeah, we found them in this big laboratory!" Narancia answered instead, running up to Risotto with a face bubbling in awe and excitement. 
                          
"Where?"
                          
"Super, super deep in the trees! Like, really far! And there was a big bar on the outside that kept them locked inside! It was as tall as Mista!"
                          
"Ooh, it must've been really big then, wasn't it?"
                          
"Crazy big! Fugo almost dropped the bar on our feet too!"
                          
As though hit with a sudden understanding, Risotto slowly turned to look at (Y/n) with a smile that seemed to repress a frown. "Well, now I believe I know who you are, and where you came from-- which makes this whole thing a lot easier."
                          
"Oh, really? That's great! So, what are we doing?" 
                          
His eyes would briefly glance to read the name printed on the lab coat she wore, vaguely gesturing for Joseph to take a look before redirecting his gaze back to her face, tracing over every stitch with his eyes carefully, as though picking them apart. 
                          
As clueless as she could be, she seemed to pick up on his and the mayors stares, and looked down at the name sewn into the chest of her coat before tapping it with the tip of her finger. "Hey, do you know someone with this name by chance?"
                          
"No." Risotto answered almost immediately after she finished, barely cutting her off. "I've never met a Cioccolata."
                          
(Y/n) sunk back into her seat, peeking at the name printed on Reimi's next, who was still entranced by the wall. "What about a-"
                          
"No, I've never heard of a Squalo either. Sorry."
                          
"It's fine... Just wondering."
                          
The rest of the conversation wasn't of much importance, just back and forth questions about the town, and then things about the observatory. There were things Risotto and (Y/n) had in common, such as a fascination of life, and things they didn't, like the preference for gold or the desire to see a rabbit.
                          
At the end of the little meeting, when (Y/n)s registration and documentation to the town was filled as well as Reimi's, and when Fugo, Mista, and Narancia were long bored waiting, there was something that seemed to come to light at the very last minute, right as all were walked out from the office and back to the cobbled streets. 
                          
Risotto never once questioned anything. There was a period of which (Y/n) waited eagerly for him to always press further about what happened while she grew up, or where she lived, or how sad it was by herself. At first, she brushed this off as her being attention-seeking and needing to be witnessed and understood in her despair, but then something else made a lot more sense as an explanation. 
                          
He already knew the things she told him-- it was obvious with how he'd fill in segments of her paper without asking her first about what should be in them. The observatory number, how old she was, her full name and birthday. It was as if she'd already told him every bit of it; and maybe she had, for she did talk a good while when he first walked in.
                          
Reimi seemed to break from her daze the moment her feet met the cracked pavement, doe eyes blinking in attempt to clear that odd fog in her vision. Never again, she promised herself, would she step foot in that office, let alone tower, again. 
                          
As for (Y/n), she didn't know what to feel. She thought that people would be more curious about her with the way the town would seem to stare when she passed, yet apparently, everyone already knew about her in one way or another. Narancia said everybody knew about her, Joseph seemed to recognize her instantly, and Risotto knew all there was about her life, so maybe people did know she existed after all?
                          
Whatever the matter was, it wasn't something to dwell on. Enjoying this newfound freedom was be her top priority as of right then, and to start, it was decided that she, Reimi, and the mischievous three would simply stroll the town and do whatever came to mind.
                          
As for Reimi herself, she wasn't as consumed with the idea that maybe people knew about her and (Y/n) after all, and was instead more distracted with the feeling of being watched. Even worse, she already knew who it was that was watching them, too, and fought against the urge to look back at Risotto through his window.