Dorian Gray & Completely Open | 1230 hours | 2nd Floor Lounge Da Skep
He'd been here two whole days already and the fact that he hadn't been able to find a way back to London, coupled with the fact that everyone here seemed quite barking, was not working well on Dorian's temper. To top it off, when he'd asked a member of the staff for coffee he'd merely been given directions to the lounge.
"Bloody cheek." He muttered. This place had probably never even had a gentleman stay here before. No wonder why, either.
He managed to find the coffee, and a seat next to the window. With some satisfaction, he thought about the sun coming through the window and how it touched his hair, and the way Basil had always admired the effect.
A smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he thought about it. He usually read his letters when he was having coffee, but here he couldn't even find a newspaper.
He sighed, and simply scanned the room to see who was there.
"Bloody cheek." He muttered. This place had probably never even had a gentleman stay here before. No wonder why, either.
He managed to find the coffee, and a seat next to the window. With some satisfaction, he thought about the sun coming through the window and how it touched his hair, and the way Basil had always admired the effect.
A smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he thought about it. He usually read his letters when he was having coffee, but here he couldn't even find a newspaper.
He sighed, and simply scanned the room to see who was there.