[ The new roommate smiles when the door is opened. Not trying to enter yet. ]
Well, good to know; my watch seems to still work. I expected it to die for some reason.
[ His hands stay under that fur coat folded over his arms. There is a bloodstain on the fur which is why it was flipped inside out and folded over his arms. Despite how finely dressed he is, he doesn't seem fazed by how Scott was dressed at all. Simply curious about the sunglasses.] Jonathan Harker, at your service.
[ Maybe it was a little customer service in his tone, but it's a new world, and he's still gaining his bearings. ]
[He keeps the door open while stepping aside, letting the posh man enter as soon as he pleases. Honestly, he didn't get much of a chance to know his prior two roommates all that well, nothing bad, but everything was always that polite acquaintanceship between them. He didn't mind, not really, as it was far better than upfront hatred of his kind. He's more than willing to take a distant, but friendly sort of interaction than the stuff he's faced back home.
Although, guess he should make a point about that first, huh? It's not like Jonathan knows about his status as a mutant, unless he's pretending not to know about him. Scott thinks it's unlikely.]
Make yourself at home. [A slight wryness enters his voice, mostly because the room is still pretty bare of any personal touch. He really hasn't bothered to try and decorate anything or add any new furniture, although his bed is at least made-- showing that he's at least tidy.]
[ He replied kindly, making his way inside once Scott had stepped aside to allow him in.
Seeing the layout of the room, and the bed that he assumed was Scott's, he motioned to the other. ] I suppose this would be it?
[ He asked, pulling the rifle from over his back as he did. The fur coat was still in his arms, as he hadn't put anything down until he was sure; only then did the coat and rifle get laid on the bed. Turning back to Scott, hands now free, he walked back to offer a shake then. ] Sorry I didn't shake a moment ago; my coat is rather stained, so I wanted to put it down first. I hope I did not seem too rude there.
[He acknowledges, his eyes shifting to the rifle briefly, before refocusing back on Jonathan. He doesn't feel alarmed about the weapon still, instead reaching forward to grasp the other man's hand in a firm handshake. Whatever slight awkwardness he felt earlier about him not returning the earlier gesture is definitely gone now.]
Don't worry about it-- although, if it's stained, we could look into getting it cleaned. I didn't even notice that until you mentioned it. [And it definitely looks like an expensive piece of clothing... Scott can imagine him wanting it to be fixed in some way. Although with fur coats, can they be cleaned?? He's not very knowledgeable about this sort of thing, but guess this place is filled with magic that maybe it won't be a problem.]
It is just fine. Certainly a lot more than the orphanage I grew up in.
[ Jonathan replied with ease. He's a far cry from the boy he had been; luck had put him on a good career path. Bad luck had put him on the path that changed his good fortune back to bad. Still, he regretted nothing.
Shaking in return, the smile never wavered before he shook his head. ]
I turned it inside out as much as I could to hide it. It is covered in blood. [ He admitted reaching back to push some of his messy white hair from his face.] My friends and I were in a battle. I tried to catch Mr. Morris as he fell, a mortal wound, you see. It is a terrible mess; I am not sure if it can be saved. It was a gift from one of our party as well.
[ He looked troubled as he explained. Before pushing it down and forcing himself to smile again. ] Almost everyone I have met is from other worlds, so might I ask about you and your world? If we are to live together, we should get to know each other.
Instantly, Scott frowns and there's something almost automatic, instinctual, about the way he looks Jonathan up and down-- as if scouting for any injuries that he might've sustained as well and just doesn't want to admit it. He doesn't think so, but that frown hasn't left the mutant and probably won't for a while, now that he's in this mode. A bit more taking on that familiar role of leadership and worry, even though they're still mostly strangers in a new world. That doesn't matter too much to him.
He walks just a little closer to him.]
We can still look into the coat, but more importantly, are you okay? No injuries of your own? I'm assuming that Mr. Morris isn't here with you?
[He'll probably answer his questions about himself in just a bit. He's just. A little focused on Jonathan right now.]
[ Jonathan sees the concern, even with the sunglasses. He knows he would likely look the same if he was told as much. ]
I am not injured, I assure you. Nothing beyond a doctor's order to rest, which I admit I am awful about. [ He was terrible about resting, but after the last month? He figured he's fine. Shaking his head then. ] Sadly no, I feel he might have been safe had he come through with me, but he did not.
[ There is sorrow in his words, he knew his brave friend was dead. He knew the second he ran to catch him.]
[So, not much they can do for his friend right now. A difficult thought, but one that he processes and pushes further back in his list of priorities, especially when he's still trying to help his present company. More serious look, though the frown is less deep.]
I'm assuming you don't have any other clothes right now? You can borrow mine if you wish to change out of what you're currently wearing.
[Not remain in the same outfit that he had on when his friend was gravely injured. Unless he's already changed, but Scott figures to at least offer that as he takes one step back from the other man-- mostly satisfied with spotting no actual injuries on him. His sunglasses really makes it hard sometimes, but he's also familiar with these sort of things.]
There's also a shower available if you need to use that too.
[ The worry for Quincey was something that was bothering him, but, he was certain his friend would not survive just from where the wound was and how much blood was on his fur coat. He was handling like he handles everything, repression. ]
Sadly no, but I do hope to rectify that as soon as I can. [ He couldn't help a soft smile at the offer.] That is most kind, Mr. Summers. If it would not be too much trouble, that would be lovely.
[ They were around the same height, Scott likely more built, but it wouldn't be bad while he tried to find a way to clean his suit. ]
We have showers here? My, the fae didn't spare an expense, did they? [ A little concerned, mostly due to the fact that usually only the wealthy had them. His now deceased boss Mr. Hawkins, the Westenra's and a few others had had them, but he had only experienced them when Mr. Hawkins would make him stay with him. ] It likely would not hurt. [ White hair did make it harder to keep clean than his old brunette hair.]
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Well, good to know; my watch seems to still work. I expected it to die for some reason.
[ His hands stay under that fur coat folded over his arms. There is a bloodstain on the fur which is why it was flipped inside out and folded over his arms. Despite how finely dressed he is, he doesn't seem fazed by how Scott was dressed at all. Simply curious about the sunglasses.] Jonathan Harker, at your service.
[ Maybe it was a little customer service in his tone, but it's a new world, and he's still gaining his bearings. ]
May I enter?
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[He keeps the door open while stepping aside, letting the posh man enter as soon as he pleases. Honestly, he didn't get much of a chance to know his prior two roommates all that well, nothing bad, but everything was always that polite acquaintanceship between them. He didn't mind, not really, as it was far better than upfront hatred of his kind. He's more than willing to take a distant, but friendly sort of interaction than the stuff he's faced back home.
Although, guess he should make a point about that first, huh? It's not like Jonathan knows about his status as a mutant, unless he's pretending not to know about him. Scott thinks it's unlikely.]
Make yourself at home. [A slight wryness enters his voice, mostly because the room is still pretty bare of any personal touch. He really hasn't bothered to try and decorate anything or add any new furniture, although his bed is at least made-- showing that he's at least tidy.]
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[ He replied kindly, making his way inside once Scott had stepped aside to allow him in.
Seeing the layout of the room, and the bed that he assumed was Scott's, he motioned to the other. ] I suppose this would be it?
[ He asked, pulling the rifle from over his back as he did. The fur coat was still in his arms, as he hadn't put anything down until he was sure; only then did the coat and rifle get laid on the bed. Turning back to Scott, hands now free, he walked back to offer a shake then. ] Sorry I didn't shake a moment ago; my coat is rather stained, so I wanted to put it down first. I hope I did not seem too rude there.
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[He acknowledges, his eyes shifting to the rifle briefly, before refocusing back on Jonathan. He doesn't feel alarmed about the weapon still, instead reaching forward to grasp the other man's hand in a firm handshake. Whatever slight awkwardness he felt earlier about him not returning the earlier gesture is definitely gone now.]
Don't worry about it-- although, if it's stained, we could look into getting it cleaned. I didn't even notice that until you mentioned it. [And it definitely looks like an expensive piece of clothing... Scott can imagine him wanting it to be fixed in some way. Although with fur coats, can they be cleaned?? He's not very knowledgeable about this sort of thing, but guess this place is filled with magic that maybe it won't be a problem.]
What is it stained with?
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[ Jonathan replied with ease. He's a far cry from the boy he had been; luck had put him on a good career path. Bad luck had put him on the path that changed his good fortune back to bad. Still, he regretted nothing.
Shaking in return, the smile never wavered before he shook his head. ]
I turned it inside out as much as I could to hide it. It is covered in blood. [ He admitted reaching back to push some of his messy white hair from his face.] My friends and I were in a battle. I tried to catch Mr. Morris as he fell, a mortal wound, you see. It is a terrible mess; I am not sure if it can be saved. It was a gift from one of our party as well.
[ He looked troubled as he explained. Before pushing it down and forcing himself to smile again. ] Almost everyone I have met is from other worlds, so might I ask about you and your world? If we are to live together, we should get to know each other.
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Instantly, Scott frowns and there's something almost automatic, instinctual, about the way he looks Jonathan up and down-- as if scouting for any injuries that he might've sustained as well and just doesn't want to admit it. He doesn't think so, but that frown hasn't left the mutant and probably won't for a while, now that he's in this mode. A bit more taking on that familiar role of leadership and worry, even though they're still mostly strangers in a new world. That doesn't matter too much to him.
He walks just a little closer to him.]
We can still look into the coat, but more importantly, are you okay? No injuries of your own? I'm assuming that Mr. Morris isn't here with you?
[He'll probably answer his questions about himself in just a bit. He's just. A little focused on Jonathan right now.]
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I am not injured, I assure you. Nothing beyond a doctor's order to rest, which I admit I am awful about. [ He was terrible about resting, but after the last month? He figured he's fine. Shaking his head then. ] Sadly no, I feel he might have been safe had he come through with me, but he did not.
[ There is sorrow in his words, he knew his brave friend was dead. He knew the second he ran to catch him.]
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I'm assuming you don't have any other clothes right now? You can borrow mine if you wish to change out of what you're currently wearing.
[Not remain in the same outfit that he had on when his friend was gravely injured. Unless he's already changed, but Scott figures to at least offer that as he takes one step back from the other man-- mostly satisfied with spotting no actual injuries on him. His sunglasses really makes it hard sometimes, but he's also familiar with these sort of things.]
There's also a shower available if you need to use that too.
Sorry for the delay!
Sadly no, but I do hope to rectify that as soon as I can. [ He couldn't help a soft smile at the offer.] That is most kind, Mr. Summers. If it would not be too much trouble, that would be lovely.
[ They were around the same height, Scott likely more built, but it wouldn't be bad while he tried to find a way to clean his suit. ]
We have showers here? My, the fae didn't spare an expense, did they? [ A little concerned, mostly due to the fact that usually only the wealthy had them. His now deceased boss Mr. Hawkins, the Westenra's and a few others had had them, but he had only experienced them when Mr. Hawkins would make him stay with him. ] It likely would not hurt. [ White hair did make it harder to keep clean than his old brunette hair.]