[Scott's usual company probably aren't murderers, though. He's taking quite a risk inviting someone like Frank Castle into his apartment. Then again, Frank is supposed only be after people who deserve it, so Scott is probably safe if those reports are true.]
Something other than a motel bed would be a nice change. [He'll admit that much.]
( scott laughs, pointing with his fork. ) Yeah, see? You get me.
( and maybe he's pushing his luck, but scott doesn't think too much about it. frank's not necessarily one of his best friends; he's also not a total stranger. the line is strange, honestly, but he's good company, at least. )
But okay--okay. Humour me. ( he scoops some spaghetti between his tines, watching frank curiously. ) What's the grossest motel bed you've ever had to sleep on?
[That's not the type of question Frank had expected. Was this guy for real? He just wanted small talk? Frank thought about it a moment, then shrugged.]
There was one that smelled like every rat in the city had crawled into the sheets and died.
[That's probably not a great image while they're eating dinner.]
It--what? Really? ( scott could pass for riveted, almost. ) Was it at least comfortable?
( and it seems like a lot of mundane shit... because, yeah, it's mundane shit. but there's a point to all of it, scott likes to think. a break of normalcy between all the mercenary killings and all scott's own crap. )
Were there any actual rats? Was this smell unwashed comestains 8 months later? Dude.
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Something other than a motel bed would be a nice change. [He'll admit that much.]
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( and maybe he's pushing his luck, but scott doesn't think too much about it. frank's not necessarily one of his best friends; he's also not a total stranger. the line is strange, honestly, but he's good company, at least. )
But okay--okay. Humour me. ( he scoops some spaghetti between his tines, watching frank curiously. ) What's the grossest motel bed you've ever had to sleep on?
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There was one that smelled like every rat in the city had crawled into the sheets and died.
[That's probably not a great image while they're eating dinner.]
LMAO IM SORRY FRANK
( and it seems like a lot of mundane shit... because, yeah, it's mundane shit. but there's a point to all of it, scott likes to think. a break of normalcy between all the mercenary killings and all scott's own crap. )
Were there any actual rats? Was this smell unwashed comestains 8 months later? Dude.
lol XD
I try not to think about it. Shit. You collect hotel horror stories or something?