ㅤㅤㅤLITHE FINGERS RUFFLE loose through smoky strands of hair, dampened still from his brief foray with the hotel shower. Dark trousers hang lazily around his waist, towel draped upon shirtless shoulders as he pads around the small room restlessly. No matter how he tries, relaxation simply has not found a home within his body. Perhaps it could have been the unfamiliar surroundings, or even the treatment of the previous hotel, that leaves him so bereft of the sleep his body craves but — no.
Though these are perfectly logical reasons, expected ones even, neither are the cause of his impromptu insomnia. Instead, what plagues him is a certain man. The most interesting, most exasperating person he's had the pleasure to meet so far —
' KNOCK - KNOCK - KNOCK ' Golden eyes snap back to life, flickering toward the door as a muffled call of ❝ room service ❞ forces him from his reverie. Fingers tighten against the rough ends of the towel still laid upon his body, flexing briefly as they would around the hilt of his bat before dropping to his side.
Somehow Caelus is unsurprised by the face that greets him on the other side of the door, expression falling deadpan. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, it would seem, is a very true saying in these parts. ❝ SAMPO — ❞ Quick, subtle, his gaze drops from head to expanse of chest to toe and back up again as he leans against the doorframe. ❝ What do you need this time? ❞