[ mon's instinct is right. noiz stays. he wouldn't know how to explain it either, but there's the fact that mon's apartment is different from his, and in that alone interesting. noiz digs around a little but finds nothing interesting. there still isn't anything in his fridge or under his bed.
after that moderate disappointment noiz makes himself comfortable on the bed. he sits against the headboard and pulls up some of his freelance work. his concentration is only broken when he hears the shower stop but sees no mon.
he gets to his feet and approaches the bathroom. it's silent inside. mon's injuries hadn't been that severe, but a head wound can make a human do funny things. noiz opens the door himself to check and see what it might do to a demon. ]
Oh, you're not dead. [ with that settled, noiz turns and heads back towards mon's bed where he'd left his work. mon never complains when he invades his privacy—it's almost weird—and that, in turn, makes noiz more comfortable continuing to make himself at home. ]
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after that moderate disappointment noiz makes himself comfortable on the bed. he sits against the headboard and pulls up some of his freelance work. his concentration is only broken when he hears the shower stop but sees no mon.
he gets to his feet and approaches the bathroom. it's silent inside. mon's injuries hadn't been that severe, but a head wound can make a human do funny things. noiz opens the door himself to check and see what it might do to a demon. ]
Oh, you're not dead. [ with that settled, noiz turns and heads back towards mon's bed where he'd left his work. mon never complains when he invades his privacy—it's almost weird—and that, in turn, makes noiz more comfortable continuing to make himself at home. ]
You should put something on your back.
[ he'd seen it in the bathroom mirror. ]