It seemed the quiet, if not apathetic, muttering of OCUPADO hadn’t reached through the thin wood. The door opened, revealing a less than decent witchpire, working his shirt back onto his form. His expression was unreadable as he ignored the others presence, finishing the task of dressing himself.
He had just finished his shift, and was getting out of his uniform for the night. Only when he had finally adjusted the cloth; tugging the elastic of his graphic shirt away from his throat, did he truly acknowledge the person standing in the doorway. An almost friendly smile graced his features. Uncanny. “Hi.”
Of course, Mon-El had knocked on the door, but he hadn’t heard anyone answer so he just assumed that the room was vacant. When he opened the door, however, he was proven wrong. “Oh shit, sorry! I didn’t think anyone was in here-” He looked up at the man, his eyes going wide and jaw dropping slightly as he did. “What- What the hell...?”















