[ it's good timing, really, because marcus and phil catch william just as he's about to leave his room - he wasn't about to go down to the bar smelling like smoke, after all. his hair is still damp from having showered earlier, and for a brief moment, there's a flicker of surprise in those scarlet eyes, a brief glance down at the food that they're carrying--
and then he'll step back, allow them inside, close the door behind them with a brief smile but no other words.
he appreciates the gesture. his room is neat, even if his bed is a little bit of a mess (sorry mcgillis,) but the room should still be good enough for the three of them to squeeze into it comfortably. ]
[Marcus knows well that fear, that panic that sets in when people start turning on you in the final minutes. It's awful and he wouldn't wish it on anyone, much less someone who was also innocent; even though he did what he could by casting his own vote for someone else (the true murderer, ironically), it still doesn't feel like he did enough. He could've spoken up in protest, he could've tried to point out how much effort William had put into trying to put all of the pieces together... but could've, would've, should've is easy to say.
He's not in the right mindset to cook, not really, but omurice is easy enough to throw together... the bottle of whiskey snagged from the bar probably doesn't really go with the omurice, but he had the feeling it would be appreciated right about now, so he's got those on a tray along with the requisite dishware. It may not be much, but it's the least he can do right now.]
Brought you something.
Edited (why am i allowed to do anything at 2 am) 2021-06-20 06:35 (UTC)
[ He looks surprisingly good for someone who just came so close to being voted to his death, Phil thinks, when he himself hadn't even considered leaving his room for the rest of the day after the first trial, when things had been far less dire... but maybe that's just a reflection of his own weakness, like so many things are.
In any case, it's a relief to see. ]
Y-yes, we weren't sure how soon you'd want to see everyone after that, and we wanted to make sure you still had food and everything...
[ With the "everything" being hard liquor, apparently, but that's the kind of week it's been. ]
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and then he'll step back, allow them inside, close the door behind them with a brief smile but no other words.
he appreciates the gesture. his room is neat, even if his bed is a little bit of a mess (sorry mcgillis,) but the room should still be good enough for the three of them to squeeze into it comfortably. ]
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He's not in the right mindset to cook, not really, but omurice is easy enough to throw together... the bottle of whiskey snagged from the bar probably doesn't really go with the omurice, but he had the feeling it would be appreciated right about now, so he's got those on a tray along with the requisite dishware. It may not be much, but it's the least he can do right now.]
Brought you something.
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In any case, it's a relief to see. ]
Y-yes, we weren't sure how soon you'd want to see everyone after that, and we wanted to make sure you still had food and everything...
[ With the "everything" being hard liquor, apparently, but that's the kind of week it's been. ]