( things are certainly different. previously the room had been empty- a bed, tables and counters... but otherwise bare. but now floyd, keenly observant as he is, will likely notice a suitcase by the dressers, a coat hanging on the back of a chair, a book on the bedside table. there's a light peeking through under a door a little further back... and when it opens, riddle steps out, just out of the shower and properly dressed for the most part.
it's a nice little vacation, though the idea of his window looking into the ocean had been... equal parts exciting and intimidating. who knows what would come up to the glass, after all? at least he's got proper faith that the whole thing will uphold against the pressure.
for a moment he debates on what to do- he's got reading material, there's still things to unpack... a meal might do good as well. as he walks through the room, he continues thinking except wait are those eyes-
whipping around, riddle stares out the window, hard. there shouldn't be eyes- )
HI SORRY I'VE BEEN DYING
it's a nice little vacation, though the idea of his window looking into the ocean had been... equal parts exciting and intimidating. who knows what would come up to the glass, after all? at least he's got proper faith that the whole thing will uphold against the pressure.
for a moment he debates on what to do- he's got reading material, there's still things to unpack... a meal might do good as well. as he walks through the room, he continues thinking except wait are those eyes-
whipping around, riddle stares out the window, hard. there shouldn't be eyes- )