²⁾ the last room at a drive-in motel in the small hours of the morning / + kane
How a place like this could have only one room available boggles the mind. The only sensible explanation Kane can conjure, is that all the others have no water, have suffered infestations, were ruined in isolated fires — or all three consecutively.
Nevertheless, even as the creature of luxury he is, the atmosphere suits him fancy for tonight. As he plops down his bag, a contented smirk touches his features. It's been a solid while since last he set foot in one of these places, let alone with any intentions that weren't just as seedy as the location itself.
❛ Darlin', if you'd wanted to share a bedroom with me, all you'd had to do was ask — and I would've gladly taken us somewhere without bedbugs. ❜
Thankfully, with sleep being an option rather than a necessity to him, he gets to choose to simply skip a night. What he'll do with those hours, however ... How high are the chances of the rest of the furniture serving as breeding grounds for those critters?
Actually, upon closer inspection ( and with the lights on, at that ), the place looks ... clean, surprisingly. The walls look like they've received a new lick of paint, the windows actually close, and the bathroom – from what he can see – looks polished.
All in all: not quite as decrepit as he'd expected. He almost regrets the fact that they'd come so bloody late. ( He'd blame traffic for that — no zapping them to their destination if it'll put a target on his back! )
His expression smooths itself out as the thought crosses his mind, but it's easily relinquished. Maybe taking a cat-nap just for the sake of it is an option, assuming their strategising for their nightly outing goes well. They have an old, likely unwelcoming occultist to hunt down, after all.
But first, has some nerves to fray — not his, but hers, just a little. So he approaches her with that steady gait of his, not even showing a hint of how aware he is that he's stepping directly into her personal space. He stops just a breath away, at the junction between behind her and next to her, as she lays out her assortment of weaponry.
❛ Kinky. Got handcuffs, too? We've got a few hours till sunrise. ❜
