New people came and went at the Hotel. Foreigners, kedan... Erskine had long since stopped paying them much heed. He had a few friends living in the Hotel, and of course he shared a room with Shudder, but other than that he kept his head down and did his work, and tried to stay out of sight in the meantime.
Of course the sight of an almost unnaturally beautiful man in a three-piece suit cleaning the Hotel always tended to draw a few bemused stares, but he'd learned to live with that. As one does.
He should have been done with his work hours ago--he liked to finish early, while almost everyone was still out in the city at work, so he could move about the Hotel without bumping into too many people. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten that today was the day he ordinarily ran a vacuum through the common room. Even more unfortunately, perhaps, there was someone sitting in the common room. He couldn't run a noisy vacuum with patrons in there. Eventually he decided to settle for the carpet sweeper. He'd just have to run the vacuum tomorrow.
The pretty man in the impeccably tailored suit moved quietly through the common area, eyes down, skirting around the edge of the area where John was sitting. Pushing a carpet sweeper through the room wasn't perhaps the most dignified of tasks, but he'd long since given up on dignity where his job was concerned. Sweeping the carpets was better than cleaning the toilets, at least. He came to the first armchair in his path and paused, lifting a hand, palm upward, toward the chair. The chair began to levitate gently, and when it was a good three feet off the carpet Erskine used his free hand to run the sweeper underneath.
Midnight Hotel!
Of course the sight of an almost unnaturally beautiful man in a three-piece suit cleaning the Hotel always tended to draw a few bemused stares, but he'd learned to live with that. As one does.
He should have been done with his work hours ago--he liked to finish early, while almost everyone was still out in the city at work, so he could move about the Hotel without bumping into too many people. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten that today was the day he ordinarily ran a vacuum through the common room. Even more unfortunately, perhaps, there was someone sitting in the common room. He couldn't run a noisy vacuum with patrons in there. Eventually he decided to settle for the carpet sweeper. He'd just have to run the vacuum tomorrow.
The pretty man in the impeccably tailored suit moved quietly through the common area, eyes down, skirting around the edge of the area where John was sitting. Pushing a carpet sweeper through the room wasn't perhaps the most dignified of tasks, but he'd long since given up on dignity where his job was concerned. Sweeping the carpets was better than cleaning the toilets, at least. He came to the first armchair in his path and paused, lifting a hand, palm upward, toward the chair. The chair began to levitate gently, and when it was a good three feet off the carpet Erskine used his free hand to run the sweeper underneath.