#avignon (threads)

Another seemingly demagnetized room key, another trip to the front desk in hopes whoever was on didn’t dislike him too horribly at this point. He did seem to come up to the desk a lot, apology on his lips. This time it actually wasn’t his fault though, he had been good, kept his phone away from it, hell he even wrapped it in tinfoil like the Internet said might help. This one though, might actually require a new card. “I’m sorry to bother you but I’m having issues with my card. This one might be harder than normal though, Avignon.” He slides the card across the counter, a small frown forming on his lips when he sees just how scratched up it was. “I was working and it fell out of my pocket while I was changing a light bulb without me realizing it, so it may have become a bit too acquainted with the tile.” He’s already reaching into his wallet, seeking out money to replace the room key.

If one hadn’t experienced knowing Ches growing up, they might have thought nobody ever taught her that it was impolite to just show up at people’s doorsteps uninvited because clearly, she had missed the memo. Although perhaps it really was more like ‘selectively ignored it depending on whom she was seeking out at the moment.’ She wasn’t exactly sure what Avignon’s schedule was looking like, but she wanted to see her friend, maybe try to convince her to be dragged along on a harebrained scheme or two. As far as she was concerned, it would be fun.