If any a' you see any clothes that could belong ta' me, could ya' bring em' ta' my room? Room 2370, deck eleven. I'm not decent, so just leave 'em at th' door.
[He pauses for a puff.]
And just a warnin' ta' any a'you lookin' fer trouble, don't got to th' Spectacular Spectacular. Yer shit will be rocked.
[Jinx is missing his green tank top, his pants,
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Ya' seen any of em?
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[Yes. Yes, he's found something. And dear Mar did he wish he hadn't.]
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If ya don't mind, could ya' bring it ta' my room?
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...I'll be by with your clothes in an hour.
[He is not going to carry those pants anywhere until they have been washed. Or at least rinsed in the sink and bagged.
Have an open sack with your damp pants, Jinx, delivered at your door. Phoenix even knocks once to alert Jinx to their presence, but doesn't stick around long enough for the other to come out.]
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[Jinx hears the knock and opens the door, scarf wrapped around his waist. He sees a damp bag with his pants peeking out.
They are three shades lighter.]
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A word of advice to you.
[This is said over the comm.]
You're likely to find very little in the way of willing companionship if hygiene remains a foreign idea.
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I don't see why ya' gotta screw with my clothes. I can't even recognize 'em! An' I have plenty of friends!
[Only one willing, the other two just tolerate him.]
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And how many of these friends actually seek out your presence?
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All of 'em!
[And by that he means one.]
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So tell me. Do your friends stand upwind or downwind? Do they stand closer to you than ten feet?
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[So THERE~]
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I swear I ain't as bad as ya' think I am, if ya' wanna come back ta' my place--
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