@refinalgirl !
ace’s eyes glance around the hotel lobby. it’s not the first time he’s been there, and it probably won’t be the last, either. ( at least this time he doesn’t have to worry about a haunting. ) hands are tucked away in the pockets of his jacket. his shoulder leans against a wall, his eyes scanning over the people moving around the hotel. he pulls his phone from his back pocket, checking the text again.
[ jill : meet me in the hotel lobby. need your brain. ]
he tucks his phone away, looking back towards the stairs. a smile pulls against his lips when he spots her making her way down. she only gets halfway down before words start to fall from his lips. “hey. what’s going on ? what do you need ?” his feet move as fast as his mouth, as he watches her turn on the steps. he takes them two at a time, quickly catching up to her. he follows her in her room, sliding his heavy coat from his shoulders.
he knows this room. he knows the widows only open a quarter of the way to keep guests from jumping out. he knows the cold temperature is from the old servants door. he knows that at some point, blood will pool down the windows in attempts to frighten their newest guest -- that is, if it hasn’t happened already. he knows about all the traps and tricks instilled in this room.
he turns towards her, tossing his jacket on the back of the desk chair. a hand runs though his hair, before he drops it back to his side. “did you ask for the haunted room, or did they offer it ?”
