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Stares for a moment, facing down as he had a towel wrapped around his waste then back at the young woman.

"Are you serious? What, do you like what you see?" Sighs looking a tad annoyed, too tired to question this too much. "Just got out of the shower, I think that answers your question. How did you even get inside?" He was sure the door was locked.

Seeing his bare upper frame, the man certainly was fit and attractive in her opinion, though she digressed. Something was indeed wrong there. This was supposed to be her room, and she was sure that it was the right one since the number matched with the key she was given, which Citrine revealed the said key in front of Francis.

"Kay, either one of us mistook this room for another, or the innkeeper made a mistake." The earth witch crossed her arms, pondering for a second. "Or we've been tricked."

Oh. It was normal for the stranger, huh. The young bird beast didn’t expect for the question to be shot back at him, though.

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Glares at the other's words and tries to stand only to wobble and sit back down. Pointing at the young woman with a frown. "This means nothing.."

"No I haven't had too much to drink.. You shut up." He's lying, he had too much.

Extensive effort and time went into decorating his home to be an ideal space for his important day. And although he couldn't confirm or deny with certainty whether or not he'd healed himself in the promised time period, he continued to provide a safe and comforting space for himself nonetheless.

Every individual decoration, whether it be balloon or mood elevating candle, was set out and prepared in a manner in which allowed it to do more than just look neatly arranged. Balloons and cards alike were adorned in some way with kindhearted notes written by hands. Many of which were taken from things heard from forms of media the last few months while others were simple expressions of self love in a language he could both express and understand.

The tattoos he had placed on himself that he bought just to have something fun to do to pass the time were absolutely meaningless however. He also lacked a reason for why he decorated himself with so many, or why he was trying to stir a presumably sleeping Fran to ask if they'd have liked a skull and crossbones placed somewhere on their form.

          judging by how quick she was to return, francis could perhaps guess that she didn’t live too far from where she had found him. or maybe, she was just all too familiar with the area and knew who would help her if she asked. either way, alison kept her promise and returned with the medical kit she mentioned along with what seemed to be a couple of towels. “let me see,” she coaxed, and with a bit of subdued hesitation, she lifts up the makeshift bandage to inspect the bleeding before swapping the dirtied bandage with one of the fresh, clean towels she had brought with her. “keep applying pressure to it. you should be fine soon enough.” 

Rido knocks a shot back, letting the heel of his boot collide against the leg of his chair as he swings his leg. It’s one of those nights. When he thinks about her and his apartment feels smaller than it is and he has to get out. And what better place than a bar where he can melt into the music, the lingering cigarette smoke, the alcohol. 

He rests his chin on his hand and waves the bartender over with his other. “Another one.” Rido slides the empty glass forward. “You want one too?” He turns, curious eyes scanning the man beside him and quirking a brow. “Looks like you could use one too. On me.”

Danger was not a word that existed within his vocabulary. In reality, lacking any sort of adult supervision while he wandered throughout all sorts of areas outside the vicinity of his home was exactly how he wanted things.

There were just far too many sights to see and experiences to be had that the teenager simply could not stay put in any capacity for far too long before his curiosity towards the unknown became too much for him to suppress. If he never ventured to where his heart desired to go, then how would he have ever been truly sure that those areas didn't contain any potential friends there that were just waiting around for him to meet them?

Larger, more exciting places to be were far more of a preference to him than anything quaint and mild. Which was exactly why he often went well beyond the perimeters of the public transit system to reach what he fantasized in his mind to be red-light areas brought right out of a movie. Bright neon signs perched above business with waves of people bustling in and out of them at any given moment were simply so intriguing to someone at an age in which he should've been at home inside doing his homework for school instead of wistfully imagining himself inside of business he wasn't yet old enough to enter.

That was, unless, they didn't notice him going inside somewhere in the first place..

What he needed was someone tall and relatively unassuming enough to follow directly behind until an opportunity to duck down and sneak further into the depths of establishment presented itself. Picking someone to unknowingly be his assist was easy. Trying to not to be clumsy in his attempts to go undetected by them was a far more difficult task by far. He'd thought he had been doing well, too, until an unanticipated sneeze gave away his position after only a mere amount of steps behind a complete and utter stranger.