Jasper blinked awake, shifting on the bed and wondering when St Mungo's had changed its decor. Not that he was adverse to red and sexy; he just didn't think it was too appropriate for a place of healing. Come to think of it, he didn't remember all the kinky paintings either. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he glanced round properly, inhaling
(
Read more... )
Comments 94
He paused at the sight of his room door open. "What?" He pushed the door open and peered at the man who seemed to be reclining on his bed. "'Scuse me, but do you mind explaining why you're in my room?"
Reply
He stretched slightly, noticing the dark bruises across his ribs for the first time. 'I was in my room there. are you sure you're not lost?'
Reply
"I'm not lost," he assured him. "This is what they call the love hotel. Its entire intent is to get you laid. You can't leave. I should know. I've been here for too long." He pinched the bridge of his nose. Damn aphrodisiacs. This had been somewhat uncomfortable enough with all the touching and all the people...and why were people so intent on touching?
"Aren't we all blessed with such good fortune," he said, voice flat. This place was a nuisance.
Reply
'So, do you want to rethink my no leaving?'
Reply
In searching for his pants, he almost missed the person lounging in his bed, pausing to look at him in bewilderment but not alarm. "I think you have the wrong room," he said, the four-pointed star that tipped his tail waving back and forth lazily. Large gold eyes study the newcomer with interest.
Reply
He shook his head, tilting it to one side as he watched the younger man walk. 'Did you accidentally polyjuice yourself?' A grin spread across his features. 'Its quite cute though, don't get me wrong.' His eyes tracked the tail as it flicked back and forth.
'But yeah, maybe I do have the wrong room.' He shrugged. 'I just woke up here so its not exactly my fault.'
Reply
"I don't think so," he said, in answer to Jazz's question. "I was a human, and then a Shinx." He held up his wrists to show where there was a band of gold flesh the same color as his tail tip, and opened his mouth to show off his fangs. "When I got here, I was somewhere in between the two."
"I woke up in a random room here when I got here too, so don't worry about it. My name's Chance."
Reply
He couldn't help the way his mind wandered when he saw the fangs. He had always liked being bitten, even before he was turned. 'Jazz, is me.' He stood, holding out a hand to shake with the younger man. 'Nice to meet you.'
Reply
The first thought in Harry's head was 'again?' but then he just sighed and entered the room, closing the door behind him. So now began the tiring process of figuring out who this man was, what he was doing here, if this was his first time in the hotel and et cetera. Fantastic.
"Who're you?" Harry questioned, already feeling like this was some sort of routine.
{ ooc: Harry is pulled from after he defeated Voldemort, so he knows all that shit that happened. }
Reply
'I'm Jazz, who are you?' He stretched lazily, moving to lean against the headboard. The guy was annoyingly familiar, but whatever was in the air was making Jasper a little vague...
Reply
"I'm Harry." He said plainly, looking at the male. "Have...have you been here before?" Really, it'd make all the difference. If he hadn't, then Harry wouldn't really blame him for being in his bed, if he had, well, Harry would find that just a bit creepy.
Reply
Pushing himself up off the bed, he ignored the pain in his side, glancing down to check his wand was still where it should be; strapped to his forearm. He always had it stuck there whilst in St Mungo’s. Call him paranoid. He was shirtless, but had scrubs trousers on, as was usual when he was an invalid. ‘I take it this is your room then? I’ll find somewhere else…’
Reply
Leave a comment