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[red_rooms_child]

Walter calmly walked through the door to 302, letting is shut and re-seal behind him. He had sent his mother away for a moment. He needed to talk to this woman.

"Miss Townshend, are you awake?"

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[domina_igne]

Her last name is actually technically Sherman-Townshend, but there's something comforting about him getting it wrong. It feels less invasive that way.

She's in the bedroom again, staring out the window at nothing and smoking. She doesn't actually answer, but he can probably feel whether or not she's awake.

[red_rooms_child]

Walter walks in and sits on a chair across from her, his coat is hanging outside and he wears a simple black t-shirt with his pants. He actually looks somewhat clean and unbloodied today.

"How has your stay been so far, Liz?"

[domina_igne]

If she had actually looked up when he came in she might know what he was wearing. Instead she's been staring fixedly at her hands, watching the ash on her cigarette lengthen and tumble into the ashtray, which lives in this room now.

She's definitely not going to bring up the fact that setting the Eileen thing on fire was probably the best part so far. That would be an apocalyptically terrible idea.

"It's...been fine."

[red_rooms_child]

"Mother seems to like you," he said awkwardly.

Boy, it really was much easier to kill people than make small talk.

"I met someone recently. He was looking for you."