[The morning brings with it the ghost of a burning ache in Raoul's chest and around his neck. He's up early - just after 7am, but still early - and he holds his head as he emerges from his room. He even leans against his own door for a good five minutes to breathe and get his bearings. For all those familiar with it, he wears the posture of a wounded man, but not from any physical wound.
God, he doesn't know what the fuck is going on at home anymore.
Quietly, he makes his way down the hallway, but upon seeing the new fallen stars and remembering what Astarte had found last week, he's got to know. Eliza and Darla's doors...what new stars do they bear?
Later on in the afternoon, Raoul makes his way up to the new fourth floor, curious as to what he'll find. The bar is not a disappointment, and soon he's poured himself a glass of nice red wine to sip slowly as he looks about the room in quiet, sullen contemplation.
Ask him what's up - he might have a song for you.]
DOOR INVESTIGATION + OTA
God, he doesn't know what the fuck is going on at home anymore.
Quietly, he makes his way down the hallway, but upon seeing the new fallen stars and remembering what Astarte had found last week, he's got to know. Eliza and Darla's doors...what new stars do they bear?
Later on in the afternoon, Raoul makes his way up to the new fourth floor, curious as to what he'll find. The bar is not a disappointment, and soon he's poured himself a glass of nice red wine to sip slowly as he looks about the room in quiet, sullen contemplation.
Ask him what's up - he might have a song for you.]