Adrian gave a nod and grabbed another beer. He walked it to Julian pressing the bottle into Julian's palm with one hand, using his other on the the knuckle-side of his guest's hand. He cast slight glance his way right then before turning and saying, "I'm gonna get out of this costume real quick. I'll be right back." Then strode away, an other-worldly elegance seemed to guide his feet across the smooth surface taking down his buttons. He stopped just before his bedroom door and pulled all the necklaces he was wearing from around his neck and slung them around the bathroom doorknob. His shirt slid off his shoulders, a tattoo stamped on his lower back of some intricate black design peeked from his pants-line. "Just uhh, make yourself comfy. I won't be but a second. Really." He assured before closing the door behind him.
If Julian kept looking around Adrian's tiny house, he'd see the motor home itself was nothing special, just a general set-up of any old RV. But, the things he decorated the place with were very 18th Century, Italian. There were some Venetian masks, a framed photo of a gondola going down a romantic canal hung as centerpiece to the room. There were random stands which his birds took perch on, a couple birdy-swings hanging from the ceiling. On his tables laid nail polish bottles and a vanity box open with all sorts of make-ups and mirrors. As a matter of fact there seemed to be no shortage of decorative mirrors hanging about either, even the ceiling was covered by one. There was a replicate statue of Frieze of Mithras slaying a bull, just like the ones at the Circo Massimo Mithraeum in Rome.
But, when Adrian came back out he wore blue jeans and a more casual button up shirt (midnight blue) that he didn't bother tucking in. He was slinging a new necklace over his head as he came through the door. His face had been washed of his stage make-up, but his eyes had been re-lined with a simple black. "Ahhhhhhhh." He grinned. "I feel better now." He informed dropping his first can of beer in the garbage as if he'd drank it during his absence, snagging a second for himself and Julian as well, settling down on the couch with a plop before twisting the lid open. He brought his feet up, knees to his chest, chin to his knees, painted sparkly toes wiggling underneath him, as he pointed at Julian. "Story telling time." He pulled a blanket that was laying on top of the couch towards himself as if he were about to get told a bedtime story. "Your story remember?" He smiled. "Please? I really want to know all about you. I like you."