(Untitled)

[cheeky_bugger]

[OOM: Coping MechanismsTravis cannot, he's learned rather suddenly, sleep in an empty flat. The flat is not completely empty, and it has not been the first time Nicholas wasn't in his own room, grinding his teeth loudly enough for Travis to hear through the door, but everything about it just feels wrong now. It's the absence of both Nicholas and

Comments

[evilontheloose]

Actually, Jordan would think those are awesome designs. She will, in a minute, after the coffee mug she is holding is consumed. First the Evil Genius needs to settle down on a big comfortable chair, like so, and relax.

Besides, in flannel PJ's and bear paw slippers, she is not in the position to mock anyone.

[cheeky_bugger]

He grumbles something at her that might be some sort of greeting. It's hard to tell, what with his face half-buried in his pillow.

[evilontheloose]

She mumbles something back that might be a greeting too.

Hmm, caffeine. Later she will have another mug with cream and sugar, but for the initial pick-me-up, black coffee.

[cheeky_bugger]

Travis says nothing for a long time, as he completely fails to go to sleep. Eventually, he turns his head so that anything he says is passable for clear.

"How can you drink that stuff?" he asks. "I can smell it from here."

[source_fairy]

There's a young woman working at a little laptop computer at a table nearby.

She smiles at the dinosaurs and the gecko with cheerful approval.

She herself has pink ends in her hair, and is wearing artificial fairy wings, so probably does colourful rather well.

[cheeky_bugger]

The fairy wings seem oddly familiar to him when he spots them through half-closed eyes. After a moment, he's reminded of a girl he saw in London who was wearing something similar, only much bigger, and has to laugh slightly.

"Why are you wearing that?" he asks, totally aware that he hasn't got much ground to stand on.

[source_fairy]

"And why are there dinosaurs on your duvet cover?" she asks, smiling.

[cheeky_bugger]

"Because dinosaurs are cool," Travis says.

Duh.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Do you need a room?" Guppy asks, having shiftily wandered over.

He's covered up his swollen nose in hypoallergenic foundation, but it's still fairly obvious.

[cheeky_bugger]

"S'too quiet," Travis mutters, his face buried in the pillow.

It's probably not actually an issue of noise though, since there's plenty of noise in the bar, and he's still failing to sleep.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Too quiet? Ah. Londoner. I'm sure you could get a CD of traffic noise."

[cheeky_bugger]

"Wrong noise," Travis says groggily. "Nick moved out."

[helpful_squid]

Well, it's not so much the designs or the sprawling that bothers Vergil. It's the fact that the Huragok dropped one of its tools and it fell down between the human and the cushions.

Perhaps it can root around back there for the leverage wrench with one tentacle without disturbing anything.

[cheeky_bugger]

Luckily, unlike a certain other member of his family, Travis is not the sort to just randomly throw punches at sudden contact.

He will shout quite loudly when he sees what's touching him, though.

He's... he's sleeping, right? This is just a very vivid dream, surely.

[helpful_squid]

A vivid dream with a distinctly unpleasant smell. Try though one might, Vergil can't entirely adjust its diet enough to eliminate the reek of the gases that keep it afloat.

It does yank its tentacles back very quickly and try to look harmless, though.

[cheeky_bugger]

Travis blinks at the... thing. The whatever-it-is. It probably has a name, but he hasn't quite worked up the brain capacity to wonder if asking will do any good.

He's just awake enough to reach out and touch what he assumes to be its snout, and just tired enough to forget about wondering if it bites.