[ Ash is lucky that the person slotted cozily into the other bed is Jonathan, because in the grand scheme of things he's not the most reactive guy on the planet. at the very least, he's not liable to hit first and ask questions second.
Jonathan has bedhead for the entire conversation. someone help him. part of him wants to go back to bed after the man - Ash - explains too quickly that this isn't his fault, that the door appears to be locked from the outside... it's all a little sketchy, but he looks too freaked out, Jonathan thinks, to be lying about it. if he'd been the one to wake up first, he'd probably feel the same way.
of course, then shit starts to get a little wild ... or, Ash starts to get a little wild, and it stirs something in Jonathan, too. if they're stuck in here, they'd might as well live out all their wildest rockstar fantasies. ]
You're sure the door's not just stuck? Did you try calling the front desk?
[ if the question is a little condescending, Jonathan really doesn't mean for it to be. it's just his voice! and: ]
You're bleeding a little.
[ too bad neither of them has bothered to ... read the piece of paper that was on the nightstand. it'd fluttered under the bed when Ash had lofted the nightstand into his arms; a little corner of it is sticking out, not that Jonathan noticed. his attention is half on Ash's blood, half on the TV, which he's quite interested in breaking. ]
blood offering a/b/(o)
Jonathan has bedhead for the entire conversation. someone help him. part of him wants to go back to bed after the man - Ash - explains too quickly that this isn't his fault, that the door appears to be locked from the outside... it's all a little sketchy, but he looks too freaked out, Jonathan thinks, to be lying about it. if he'd been the one to wake up first, he'd probably feel the same way.
of course, then shit starts to get a little wild ... or, Ash starts to get a little wild, and it stirs something in Jonathan, too. if they're stuck in here, they'd might as well live out all their wildest rockstar fantasies. ]
You're sure the door's not just stuck? Did you try calling the front desk?
[ if the question is a little condescending, Jonathan really doesn't mean for it to be. it's just his voice! and: ]
You're bleeding a little.
[ too bad neither of them has bothered to ... read the piece of paper that was on the nightstand. it'd fluttered under the bed when Ash had lofted the nightstand into his arms; a little corner of it is sticking out, not that Jonathan noticed. his attention is half on Ash's blood, half on the TV, which he's quite interested in breaking. ]