Tavarius reluctantly trudged down the streets of Ghost Town, still wearing those jeans and that shirt that he'd found after his fight with the creature called Spaz. The Penny Moon hotel came into sight, looming before him, it felt like a courthouse. Like he was going there for his final conviction.
He paused outside the door, staring up blankly at the windows, a thumb running along his jaw. He sighed as he bumped against the door, hesitating, half in, half out. The trickster swallowed the heavy lump in his throat.
"And the jury rules...guilty," he muttered bitterly under his breath, shouldering into the hotel. Those stairs never seemed longer, than they did when he walked up for what he figured would be his final stretch. He didn't think he could accept her offer of another room there.
Tavarius finally paused outside Madison's door, knuckles rasping lightly. He half-wished she wasn't there, just so he could have an excuse to come over one more time. The trickster waited then, hand lowering after the knock, eyes staring at the door, through it, as if it and the room beyond didn't exist.
He paused outside the door, staring up blankly at the windows, a thumb running along his jaw. He sighed as he bumped against the door, hesitating, half in, half out. The trickster swallowed the heavy lump in his throat.
"And the jury rules...guilty," he muttered bitterly under his breath, shouldering into the hotel. Those stairs never seemed longer, than they did when he walked up for what he figured would be his final stretch. He didn't think he could accept her offer of another room there.
Tavarius finally paused outside Madison's door, knuckles rasping lightly. He half-wished she wasn't there, just so he could have an excuse to come over one more time. The trickster waited then, hand lowering after the knock, eyes staring at the door, through it, as if it and the room beyond didn't exist.