[YIPPIEEE DOWN THE HALL THEY GO. Lucas will probably try and fail to get Scien to let him open the door by himself so he can just slip in but barring that, he will open the door so they can both walk in and Scien can experience his nightmare hell room.
The lighting is dim, like candlelight with no visible candles. A single, simple bed is tucked off to one side, draped in red cotton. The floor is bare, cold marble. There aren't any comforts like plush furniture or pictures hung on the walls. They're decorated instead by row on row of crosses, with one large cross hung over the sole window that blocks the view out but isn't currently casting a shadow because it's nightynight time. The sound of mourning doves can be heard calling from nowhere in particular every so often, and the only table - tucked just below the window - is made of ornate steel, like some cross between a mortuary slab and an altar. It smells thickly of blood.
He's lived in here for over a month by now though so there are a few additional touches. Stacks of paper on the table along with a small pile of the items he's received as gifts, clothing in the closet, a few wine bottles lined up against the wall, a few bouquets of flowers surrounding the table in an attempt to combat the blood smell. Everything is neat and tidy.]
[DON'T INSULT HIS STINKY TORTURE CHAMBER OF CATHOLICISM!!!! He's grown a bit attached... Sometimes nothing else had him but the emptyass walls of his room as he'd just gaze up at the ceiling in a stupor of ennui.]
I'd still have to come back here to get dressed and wash up, so there's really no point in moving my things just to sleep elsewhere.
[HE GUESSES HE IS BEING KIDNAPPED AWAY FROM HIS OWN ROOM. He almost asks to go back for the papers, but if it's just a one-night trial period, then he will simply come back later (he will not) (he will but only to collect his stuff and move into his god boyfriend's room).]
I've already borrowed your bathroom enough. [THE GUEST BATH STILL COUNTS.] ...But fine. One night, if you're going to be insistent.
[The way he could just break out of Scien's arms and return to his awful room and simply refuse to leave it but no, he just lets himself be carried back out of it...]
[EMBARRASSING. He just hides his face away and sits in sulky and flustered silence until they're back and he just CRASHES ON SCIEN'S COUCH FOR THE NIGHT APPARENTLY AND THEN JUST MOVES IN. Two nights of peace and then he wakes up bald, goddamn.]
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[YIPPIEEE DOWN THE HALL THEY GO. Lucas will probably try and fail to get Scien to let him open the door by himself so he can just slip in but barring that, he will open the door so they can both walk in and Scien can experience his nightmare hell room.
The lighting is dim, like candlelight with no visible candles. A single, simple bed is tucked off to one side, draped in red cotton. The floor is bare, cold marble. There aren't any comforts like plush furniture or pictures hung on the walls. They're decorated instead by row on row of crosses, with one large cross hung over the sole window that blocks the view out but isn't currently casting a shadow because it's nightynight time. The sound of mourning doves can be heard calling from nowhere in particular every so often, and the only table - tucked just below the window - is made of ornate steel, like some cross between a mortuary slab and an altar. It smells thickly of blood.
He's lived in here for over a month by now though so there are a few additional touches. Stacks of paper on the table along with a small pile of the items he's received as gifts, clothing in the closet, a few wine bottles lined up against the wall, a few bouquets of flowers surrounding the table in an attempt to combat the blood smell. Everything is neat and tidy.]
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[ THAT'S IT, THAT'S ALL HE HAS TO SAY ]
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Please just set me down and don't say anything else.
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[ he walks over to the BLOOD TABLE and wrinkles his nose instantly from the smell ]
Pick up your mementos you want to take with you, you're staying with me.
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What? [HELLO.] Why?
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You have three seconds before I walk away.
[ take whatever you want now or it's gone forever ]
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[DON'T INSULT HIS STINKY TORTURE CHAMBER OF CATHOLICISM!!!! He's grown a bit attached... Sometimes nothing else had him but the emptyass walls of his room as he'd just gaze up at the ceiling in a stupor of ennui.]
I'd still have to come back here to get dressed and wash up, so there's really no point in moving my things just to sleep elsewhere.
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[ he's turning and carrying lucas right out because he really only had three seconds. escape!! ESCAPE!! ]
Try sleeping in my room for one night. If it's worse, you can go back to your smelly blood room.
If it's equivalent or better, you stay with me. You talk as if I don't have a bathroom.
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I've already borrowed your bathroom enough. [THE GUEST BATH STILL COUNTS.] ...But fine. One night, if you're going to be insistent.
[The way he could just break out of Scien's arms and return to his awful room and simply refuse to leave it but no, he just lets himself be carried back out of it...]
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[ but he'll kiss lucas's hair that he still has in this thread as a reward for letting scien ghost him away ]
Stay longer, if you find it preferable. I won't complain about having you nearer.
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... [He was about to say something weird about the blood but realized it was weird before it could leave his mouth which is good. Instead:]
I'm not far away as things are, you know. But we'll see.
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but scien will just deliver a buzen-ass line to lucas and lucas only: ] I'll always want you nearer.
[ and leave it at that as they get back to the elevator ]
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