[This might honestly be the worst idea he's ever had. The longer he looks, the more Roy can feel the skin prickle on the back of his neck. Getting an actual look at L isn't any more comforting. He's seen a horror film that started off exactly like this, he just knows it. Probably one of Vaughn's terrible indie films he always ropes Roy into watching.
But paranoia aside, even if L is incredibly unnerving, the main thing Roy just feels is...sympathy. He's spoiled and privileged, yes, but he's not heartless. L looks thin and fragile, like a strong wind might be enough to knock him over. The cold seems like it must go right through him.
Roy steps inside, and the overwhelming scent of disinfectant and citrus is enough to make him cough into his hand, nose burning at the unfamiliarity of it. It's freezing inside, but that's okay for now. It means he can keep his gloves on without it being strange.
He had brought his own supplies, but that thick thread might do better for a raincoat than the finer brand he picked up. Roy looks down, hesitating before delicately sitting on the edge of one of the couch cushions, as if he was afraid to mess it up.]
Where's the other sleeve?
[He's not very good at smalltalk, but it with the vibe he gets from this place, it seems like L wouldn't really care for it anyway.]
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But paranoia aside, even if L is incredibly unnerving, the main thing Roy just feels is...sympathy. He's spoiled and privileged, yes, but he's not heartless. L looks thin and fragile, like a strong wind might be enough to knock him over. The cold seems like it must go right through him.
Roy steps inside, and the overwhelming scent of disinfectant and citrus is enough to make him cough into his hand, nose burning at the unfamiliarity of it. It's freezing inside, but that's okay for now. It means he can keep his gloves on without it being strange.
He had brought his own supplies, but that thick thread might do better for a raincoat than the finer brand he picked up. Roy looks down, hesitating before delicately sitting on the edge of one of the couch cushions, as if he was afraid to mess it up.]
Where's the other sleeve?
[He's not very good at smalltalk, but it with the vibe he gets from this place, it seems like L wouldn't really care for it anyway.]