09-16-2016, 02:57 PM
Jaxen practically skipped down the street after escaping Baccarat in one piece. He thought about sending Oriena a message, for one thing her clothes were still back in Jaxen's apartment. But if she wanted them back, she could ask to come get them. Jaxen would definitely not say no to that.
Himself he was already sick of wearing the Fake White's clothing, including the plain black suit and stuffy button up shirt. On the way he discarded the tie in a trash can, rolled the cuffs on the sleeves, and mussed up his hair back to its usual messy style. But he wouldn't be himself again until he had a shower. It felt like Fake White lingered on him like bad cologne.
He hopped the steps two at a time, whistling to himself when he knocked on the door.
Himself he was already sick of wearing the Fake White's clothing, including the plain black suit and stuffy button up shirt. On the way he discarded the tie in a trash can, rolled the cuffs on the sleeves, and mussed up his hair back to its usual messy style. But he wouldn't be himself again until he had a shower. It felt like Fake White lingered on him like bad cologne.
He hopped the steps two at a time, whistling to himself when he knocked on the door.