The Inn Outside: Payment

[fallen_april]

The room is ugly and flowery.

Well, actually, it's a nice room. But it's not April's style, and she grew up in it.

"Um... so. Here we are."

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[live_infear]

Luther is vaguely bemused by the flowers, for reasons he wouldn't be able to explain if asked, but he doesn't actually say anything. Sometimes there's really nothing to say. Times like this.

[fallen_april]

"S-so..." April's still shaking. She can't help it. If they do this, Luther's going to have to deal with things. She's barely capable of being more than an object to fuck at this point.

[live_infear]

He can tell - he's been around junkies quite enough to know. Hell, he is a junkie, come down to it, though he tends not to think of himself that way, he's separate somehow, in some indefinable way. He's got to wonder, though, why it took her so long to ask, if she's so desperate.

"Can't make this a habit, sweetheart," he says after a moment, watching her face. Need to set that out there, right now. As much for his sanity as anything else. It's simpler when it's just money.

[fallen_april]

Many reasons. She couldn't find him. She wasn't sure she wanted to find him. Tom.

"I know. I just..." she swallows. "I need t-to find a way of getting money." It hasn't even occurred to her to try just making it appear. And even if it had, that wasn't right. It might not work, back in the real world. It might disappear. And it's wrong.