[Jiji, your moon motif! He glances around the room again, but still lingers on the view of the moon. Then he peers at Mikazuki.]
Can't fault you for that. Kind of prefer the cover of not much moonlight anyway. [Naughty. But he adds:] It's easier to sleep when the moon isn't winking in the window at you all night.
[He is not sure what to make of Mikazuki except getting this kind of stereotypical weird and sage old man who gives you very cryptid advice for your heroic adventure energy. Like Uncle Iroh, or something.
Like Alfred maybe, not that Alfred is cryptid or strange. That man is rather on the nose.]
Well, it's reflecting the sun, right? And we all need the sun.
Something like that. The sun is for the good people. Like... the innocent ones. The ones who deserve something warm and bright. Not exactly a place I'm comfortable all the time. Guess we've got something in common.
In the end, I have my role, just as the sun does. If I can provide even a bit of light when night falls, then I will consider myself more than satisfied.
[Jason is wedged at the very corner room on North. Mikazuki can see that his suitemate is Sylvain based on the starry portrait at the adjacent door. But Jason unlocks the door to his own room. He holds the door and gestures dramatically for Mikazuki to go inside.
It's about the worst bachelor room you would expect from an edgy city boy in his one room studio flat. The most surprising thing is--it's neat? Jason Todd is clean and, shockingly, organized. There's no mess, almost neurotically so.
The interior colors are muted and industrial, like greys, but there are a lot of clear instances of red--as if red is his favorite color, or something. The accents are all black. What do you know, it matches his top. Wild.
The bed is an iron-framed queen, just big enough to fit his stupid dorito body while also giving the impression he doesn't typically share. Just good ol' Jason Todd, alone. The sheets are red which is fitting, but after a while of looking at the room, it's evident it's because it's easier to hide blood stains with red. Probably. Nearby is a decent closet, the doors mirrored and expanding the depth of the room with illusion.
The desk is one that can be folded up against the wall to make more floor room; three guesses as to why a Bat needs extra space to move around. Right now, the desk is folded down, and the top has all the shit from the hotel neatly collected on it.
One wall has a pull-up bar near the ceiling and a fake flatscreen television on top of a short and wide bookcase. The shelves are filled with--WOW!!--books! Jason Todd reads! They are unfortunately all fake, but the titles are all worldly Earth classics. Jason Todd reads Pride and Prejudice. It's there. The adjacent wall has an assortment of fake display cases housing a variety of equally fake weaponry: guns, short swords, knives, you name it. Around them are framed posters of edgy motorcycles and American muscle cars.
The far wall has the only single window, a small thing that looks past a fire escape out onto a nighttime cityscape. Skyscrapers, lights. There is too much pollution to see most of the stars, and the moon is peeking out from behind a building. There is also... a cone of light shining on the sky with the silhouette of a bat emblazoned in the center. Hm.
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[Jiji, your moon motif! He glances around the room again, but still lingers on the view of the moon. Then he peers at Mikazuki.]
Can't fault you for that. Kind of prefer the cover of not much moonlight anyway. [Naughty. But he adds:] It's easier to sleep when the moon isn't winking in the window at you all night.
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That is the first that I have heard such an opinion... but thank you for your thoughts, Jason Todd.
I am glad to hear that the little light of a crescent moon can be good for something.
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Like Alfred maybe, not that Alfred is cryptid or strange. That man is rather on the nose.]
Well, it's reflecting the sun, right? And we all need the sun.
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... we do.
And yet you prefer the cover of night, you said? Is the sun too blinding at times? Too illuminating?
[when one would rather not be laid bare]
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Something like that. The sun is for the good people. Like... the innocent ones. The ones who deserve something warm and bright. Not exactly a place I'm comfortable all the time. Guess we've got something in common.
The window in my room has the night sky too.
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Just the vibe, you know?
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... from what I understand, most would want to be deserving of the sun. Are you not among their number, Jason Todd?
It is a different matter of what brings comfort, and what you might yet still want.
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Why, you looking to stretch out in the sun, Moon Man?
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In the end, I have my role, just as the sun does. If I can provide even a bit of light when night falls, then I will consider myself more than satisfied.
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As a moon? Probably shouldn't have a hard time accomplishing that then.
[He sort of jerks his head over his shoulder, beckoning.] A room for a room then, I guess. [Sharing.]
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Fufu, thank you for the invitation.
[follows after!! edgey boy room!!]
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It's about the worst bachelor room you would expect from an edgy city boy in his one room studio flat. The most surprising thing is--it's neat? Jason Todd is clean and, shockingly, organized. There's no mess, almost neurotically so.
The interior colors are muted and industrial, like greys, but there are a lot of clear instances of red--as if red is his favorite color, or something. The accents are all black. What do you know, it matches his top. Wild.
The bed is an iron-framed queen, just big enough to fit his stupid dorito body while also giving the impression he doesn't typically share. Just good ol' Jason Todd, alone. The sheets are red which is fitting, but after a while of looking at the room, it's evident it's because it's easier to hide blood stains with red. Probably. Nearby is a decent closet, the doors mirrored and expanding the depth of the room with illusion.
The desk is one that can be folded up against the wall to make more floor room; three guesses as to why a Bat needs extra space to move around. Right now, the desk is folded down, and the top has all the shit from the hotel neatly collected on it.
One wall has a pull-up bar near the ceiling and a fake flatscreen television on top of a short and wide bookcase. The shelves are filled with--WOW!!--books! Jason Todd reads! They are unfortunately all fake, but the titles are all worldly Earth classics. Jason Todd reads Pride and Prejudice. It's there. The adjacent wall has an assortment of fake display cases housing a variety of equally fake weaponry: guns, short swords, knives, you name it. Around them are framed posters of edgy motorcycles and American muscle cars.
The far wall has the only single window, a small thing that looks past a fire escape out onto a nighttime cityscape. Skyscrapers, lights. There is too much pollution to see most of the stars, and the moon is peeking out from behind a building. There is also... a cone of light shining on the sky with the silhouette of a bat emblazoned in the center. Hm.
Enjoy.]