[ for fucks sake. it seems like whenever he wants to be alone, people find him even on accident. it's all to easy to be annoyed, thanks to the lovely gift from the crocodile, and his hand tenses, open and closed. he doesn't recognize the man that nearly swung into his room, and narrows eyes at him for a moment, but forces the overreaction down. ]
Right. [ he needs a drink. christ he needs a drink. at least his flask is still tucked in his pocket, and he fishes it out. ] If you were hoping for an exit, it isn't here. [ the room reflects that he's torn it apart looking. seems to just be a normal, dull hotel room. ]
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Right. [ he needs a drink. christ he needs a drink. at least his flask is still tucked in his pocket, and he fishes it out. ] If you were hoping for an exit, it isn't here. [ the room reflects that he's torn it apart looking. seems to just be a normal, dull hotel room. ]