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[41810]

Who: 41810 and playingbadcop
Where J's room.
When: Tonight!
Rating: PG, because I can't imagine it getting worse. XD
Summary: J decides he needs to talk to Benny; he finds out nothing's sacred when it comes to mirror Lamb.
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[playingbadcop]

Unfortunately for J's regrets, it's too late. Stango got the message right away, not having left his room at all either. He grabs his hat and heads for the basement. Reply and say he's coming? Why bother?

His footsteps carry him farther now. He feels light and springy all over, stronger, younger. What he didn't expect was that he'd need an adjustment period: still used to the weight of walking on forty-six-year-old joints, he runs his nose right into J's door with a quiet thump.

He recoils as his eyes fill reflexively. Ow.

"Jesus, Benny, pull yourself together. Jay! You in there?"

[41810]

He doesn't hear the little thump, a large pair of studio headphones on his head, but he DOES hear Benny's voice. Pausing the editing software on his computer, he pushes back in his desk chair, looking around the dirty room. There're clothes everywhere. Oops.

"Uhhh... Just a minute!" Damn, he's still in his jams, too. And the torn, bloody ones, even. Quickly he squirrels out of his pajamas, grabbing actual clothes from the floor that aren't too bad. He struggles into them while shoving the already dirty piles out of the way and under his bed.

That should work.

Quickly surveying the now slightly tidier room, he grabs his hat off his desk and jogs over to the door, legs creaking with protest from the run fest a few days ago. He opens the door, not looking up at Benny but for a second (as is his custom). "...hey. I didn't... think you'd actually come."

[playingbadcop]

Stango just assumes J to be storing up all his eye contact for when he inevitably starts staring. He's getting used to this. It's an odd thought; it's been some time since he stuck around someone long enough to get used to them.

He steps inside, bringing with him his usual acrid smell of coffee and cigarettes and just enough cologne that you don't want to die from the rest of it.

He lifts an eyebrow, already annoyed, maybe even a little offended. "Why the hell not?"

[41810]

A quick shrug. "Thought you'd be busy or something. I know Lamb's mirror was causing havoc all over."

He closes the door, stepping back into his room, shifting uneasily with having Benny there. Usually his visitors are supernatural - or, as of late, spliced up super-psychos bent on destroying everything. "...Which is kind of what I wanted to talk to you about." Shifting uneasily, he looks around the room.

"..Feel free to sit on my bed. ...It's not really made but the sheets are clean. Can I get you anything...?"