@FrogDimension I like the novelty of it.
[ sat before Pocket, he leans forward with a long inhale. The cigarette glows, and when he pulls back, smoke slips from his lips and out the window ]
Whenever I’m bored, I’ll take one out on my break.
A shame. Here I was thinking we finally surpassed “meh” in your eyes. Guess we’ll have to keep trying.
[ Despite her wobbling feet and unsteady gait, the Doorman holds firm. Each step towards the elevator clacks his polished shoe against floor tiles ]
Do watch your step.
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‘ that.. would be nice, actually. ’
* mina rubs her hands together for a moment before tucking of hair behind her ear. glancing over her shoulder, she watched the other hotel goers for a moment before shuffling closer to the doorman once more. *
@FrogDimension I suppose I’m just lucky, that’s all. And I rarely drink, so that might keep the creases from my face.
[ his unnaturally, unflawed skin. Aside from a slight uniform change, the man looks just as he did on opening day ]
Would it be rude of me to join you? I have my own pack.
Wonderful, Miss Ha. I thank you for asking.
[ hand upon his chest, he offers a slight bow to the woman who sways with her every step ]
I see you took advantage of our robust drink selection. Will you need an escort to your room? The safety of our patrons is my priority, after—
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* mina grumbles as she walks back to the main common area. she's cold. she's tired. and she just shook off some random drunk guy. *
‘ he was probably married, what a weirdo. ’
* she huffs quietly to herself before noticing the doorman again. *
@FrogDimension The same for myself, but the Baroness is ever changing. Pieces of her past still linger, of course.
[ Doorman sits on the edge of the bed, gazing towards Pocket ]
My, how you’ve grown! I remember you grimacing at the very smell of cigarette.
[ He returns to his post without another word. As the night draws on, several other less than sober guests begin their nightly stumbles ]
Oh dear. I do hope no one causes a scene. I just had this suit pressed.
[ not that it would stop him from stepping in, of course ]
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* she squints, holding up a finger to his chest. *
‘ you make a good point.. ’
* she opened her mouth to say something else, but the bell on the bar counter rang. turning around, she spotted her stew being placed down. *
* shooing the doorman once again, she sat down. *
@FrogDimension Do forgive, but I try not to intrude on guests without expressive permission. Force of habit.
[ he gives a light chuckle before pointing to the windowsill ]
As long as you blow the smoke outside. The ashtray is on the nightstand.
@FrogDimension I treat all guests equally, but I suppose there is some truth in your words. We ensure that our most esteemed patrons receive exceptional service.
[ He stays in the doorway, as if an invisible barrier stops him from crossing that line. Not without permission from the guest ]