Activity

Of course, as soon as it started to rain Arsene started to grin even more mischievously than before. He swished his cape around to an exotic, theatrically rich look.

Alessio sighed dramatically.

“Whatever you’re thinking it’s a bad idea, don’t do it.” He said in a resigned voice

“Come on, I’m going to get us shelter.”

“We’re all going to die.” Alessio sighed again.

 

Time passed, or rather it crawled.

Alessio was shivering and bored. But the lady who’d been chasing them on the boat – how’d she get here? – had some interesting device for a mobile shelter. He could talk to her, the assassin who wants to kill him, or the guy who punched his friend. Or he could just shut up and shiver in silence.

“You – “Alessio said menacingly to Arsene’s Look-Alike. “if you harm my friend again I’ll stab you.”

Then he promptly ignored the guy. Mechanically, Alessio made a motion to rub his arms, was cut off by the handcuffs, and huffed. Several more minutes past and Alessio was bored to tears stuck in one place with nothing to think about but his own imminent demise. He let out a slow, hopeless breath and glanced at the Petite-Will-Murder-You Lady who also seemed like the “safest” person to talk to here.

“Soo…you’re Arsene’s girlfriend…?” That didn’t sound right, but he was desperate for some sort of information and literally nothing sounded right when it came to Arsene!

 

After a while, Arsene returned.

“Where have you been, you twit?” Evil Look-Alike immediately snapped and Alessio glared daggers at him.

“I was arranging a couple hotel rooms for us.” Arsene smirked. He didn’t seem at all upset with insults. Alessio didn’t know exactly what a ‘hotel’ but he imagined something similar to an inn which…sounded ok but this was Arsene they were talking about.

Whatever, he didn’t exactly have any better options right now so they all just kinda went along with it. Nithel probably would’ve wanted more assurance this was legal or something, he should really press Arsene about that but he honestly just wanted out of the rain.

They came across some filthy rich, luxurious place Alessio secretly prayed they were just passing by. But noooo, of course not, Arsene walked straight in.

I’ll sleep in the barns or anywhere marginally dry. All I request is you not get me into even more trouble.

“Dear sir, now that my companions and I are soaking wet, please give me the keys to our rooms.” That might’ve been as good imitation of a haughty voice if it didn’t sound so satirical and over the top how could anyone possibly fall for that!?!?

But the man he was talking to was just bewildered and trying to play his role and not think enough to get in trouble.

“Of course, give me your names please.” He attempted, by now Alessio was already feeling sorry for him.

“Tell you my name!” Arsene gasped “Tell you my name! Why, do you not recognize Thurston Howell the Third when you see him!? My dear boy, I think you need to cool off.”

Alessio facepalmed.

Immediately, Arsene shook his cape flinging droplets EVERYWHERE just for the sheer joy of being a nuisance, and then pulled something out of his cloak.

“My card, if you will.” What kind of idiot falls for Arsene’s acting skills, that’s it, they’re all going to die he knew it they’re all about to die!! But, in an instant, Arsene had swiped a key from the rack. Oh. It didn’t matter how bad an actor Arsene was as long as it was distracting.

“Oh well,” Arsene said in a world-weary tone. “I guess I’ll have to seek out my friend, Mr R. E. Morgan.”

And with that Arsene led them off to another door, sighing in the most stupidly exhausted manner he could get away with.

“Goodbye.” He said as if going off on a ten-year journey to a certain death he didn’t expect to return from.

“I’m sorry about my companion,” Alessio hastily apologized to the poor victim of Arsene’s theatrics. “he gets this way sometimes.”

With that they were let off into a…Alessio took one look at the elevator and planted his feet.

“I’m not going in there.” He hissed. It had no windows, it was a small, enclosed space and he was absolutely under no circumstances getting stuck in that.