[As motels go, its not actually the worst hole in the wall Jason’s slept in. Definitely the worst in a while, though. Still, the weather is warm enough that the drafts through the windows are barely noticeable. The many-legged alien excuse for a roach he’d found in the shower had been kind enough to vanish down the drain and hasn’t yet made a reappearance. The banging of the creaky pipes is kind of comforting, in a “the more things change” kind of way. But the flimsy doors and the lack of power aren’t something he’s had the chance to compensate for. And as tempting as it is to stick around for a nice nostalgic night of sitting around in the dark and waiting to get burgled or worse, well. Might as well get a feel for what’s going on out there.
Speaking of being burgled, though.
First order of business is a check around the perimeter of his hall. He completes the circuit and notices a hair late that there’s someone posed pretty suspiciously at his door.
Sure says something that he didn’t immediately hear this guy coming. Most of the kinds of creeps you meet sneaking around in the halls at night know that cover of dark is going to help them go unnoticed. Fewer are actually all that good at taking advantage of it. If they bother at all.
This guy, though. He knows what he’s doing.
It’s enough to pick at his hackles a little, sharp up his attention when he’s addressed. Too dark to make out very much about who he’s dealing with, though there’s just enough ambiance coming from the windows to give the shape of him. Big enough guy. Definitely should have heard him coming. Should being the operative word.
(He does clock the accent, though. Jason leans Jersey, himself. But in the grand scheme of the multiverse, hey. They’re practically neighbors.) ]
Must have missed the part about the curfew.
[You’re not the boss of him, bud. He cants his head like he’s trying to get a better look at this guy, like he’s trying to decide how suspicious he wants to find this situation. (The answer, for the record, is very.)
With a pointed raise of his brows, hands kept pocketed in his scuffed leather of his jacket—]
And you're what? Housekeeping?
[Just here to replace the linens? Didn’t think this was that kind of joint.]
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Speaking of being burgled, though.
First order of business is a check around the perimeter of his hall. He completes the circuit and notices a hair late that there’s someone posed pretty suspiciously at his door.
Sure says something that he didn’t immediately hear this guy coming. Most of the kinds of creeps you meet sneaking around in the halls at night know that cover of dark is going to help them go unnoticed. Fewer are actually all that good at taking advantage of it. If they bother at all.
This guy, though. He knows what he’s doing.
It’s enough to pick at his hackles a little, sharp up his attention when he’s addressed. Too dark to make out very much about who he’s dealing with, though there’s just enough ambiance coming from the windows to give the shape of him. Big enough guy. Definitely should have heard him coming. Should being the operative word.
(He does clock the accent, though. Jason leans Jersey, himself. But in the grand scheme of the multiverse, hey. They’re practically neighbors.) ]
Must have missed the part about the curfew.
[You’re not the boss of him, bud. He cants his head like he’s trying to get a better look at this guy, like he’s trying to decide how suspicious he wants to find this situation. (The answer, for the record, is very.)
With a pointed raise of his brows, hands kept pocketed in his scuffed leather of his jacket—]
And you're what? Housekeeping?
[Just here to replace the linens? Didn’t think this was that kind of joint.]