Re: Manky dining room: Gwen & Dickie
[Dick, weirdly, didn't mind manky and gross. He didn't mind the clean up of the table - something about cleaning something up and spit polishing it to make it shine again. That was what his whole life was about. Piecing broken back together. He'd spent a lot of time wandering the halls of the hotel looking for doors, dusting them off opening them and looking and listening. He didn't always go in, the ones that were too quiet he steered clear of. The ones that looked serene and peaceful he steered away from too. He found himself back in the Peregrine door more than once, at first to see if the aging down worked backwards. Then again because it wasn't a terrible place to be and it was familiar. The Lost door wasn't so bad either once you figured a few things out.
He would have been lying if he said he wasn't afraid of getting stuck in zombies or worse. So once he found a handful that he felt comfortable in he went back when he got antsy. He was definitely going on more pirate adventures. But for now the hotel wasn't so bad. Wandering and sprucing up dark corners of hallways and manky dining rooms was okay. It was something to do. Something that didn't remind him of loss, things his young mind knew too well from such a young age and his old soul would never stop hanging onto. Optimism was clearly hanging in the air between the both of them. He ran a hand through long dark hair and his lips curled into a smile at her question.] I do, Ms. Stacy. When I'm not running around these halls, or buckling my swashes, and of course invading your door looking for trouble to get into and insulting Marvel's Thai food.