IC: In the halls

[randomsbastard]

So after a time or so has passed, Martin is trying to figure out where his room has moved to. It seems to be one of the ones that shifts around. He's got a map he found at the intersection of a couple of halls, and a red pen that he's been marking it off with.

And he can't find the damn thing.

Fuck.

Comments

[underwater_owl]

Hazarding a guess?

An exhausted father, near nervous collapse, covered in small cuts and with too much blood in his alcohol system is probably the last person he wants to meet.

But Fate? Is friends with time. They don't like these two.

[randomsbastard]

Second to last. He'd prefer Random to Ramon.

Martin stops in the hall, looking down at his father with a neutral expression, and then looks back at his map.

[underwater_owl]

"Lost?"

Or... fuck... not talking to me?

"Anything I can do?"

He cocks his head, trying to get a clear look at the map. Because he's not going to be able to collapse until this is sorted.

[randomsbastard]

"My room moved."

Its a sentence. Its even one pertinent to the situation.

"Fourth time in two days. Better you don't. I don't think your boyfriend would approve of you doing anything for me."

He doesn't say dad. He's worked it into almost every meeting they've had, within the first couple of sentences.