"Hah... You're kidding, right?" Disbelief was clear in the voice of the young adult, as Leigha suggested that his belongings might be delivered.
"You're screwing with me. You can get me my guitar?!" There was, finally, one genuine smile. Honest, unironic and entirely hopeful was his expression.
"HELL yeah I'd like it brought here! My clothes, girlfriend's clothes, and my guitar!" He said again, eager to have that piece he identified with returned,
"It's all in my apartment, 2600 Lafayette Ave, The Bronx, you better get on it Doc or I'll be robbed before you ever get there." Roth said, speaking quickly and excitedly, his colour mostly returned and his complexion far improved by the time the room was reached. He had made, a few assumptions in his enthusiasm, namely that Dr. Amerson would not already have the address of the young male on file, and that she would actually be going to such a dangerous neighborhood in person. Still, he'd made no attempt to fight the woman even with his handcuffs removed, his pale white hands rubbing at the inside of his wrists and elbows in great irritation...
"Yeah yeah yeah interview, sure whatever, not that it matters since I'm "guilty"." He scoffed, bringing his wounded hands up to make derogatory gestures, air-quotes with his index and middle finger. Oh but he rolled his eyes when the woman said he's lucky, barely listened when Leigha said how comfortable and safe Roth may be, Roth almost laughed when she said he'd be afforded some freedom! He was condescending, impatient and unlikable, that expression of contempt pointed at the kind doctor until Leigha mentioned the answers she sought to gain.
"..." He listened, rude as he was some hint of intelligence might have registered, if Leigha wasn't too fed up to pay mind the soaking punk by then, Dio taking in a small portion of what Dr. Ammerson said.
"... You actually care about this stuff." Roth spoke when Leigha said she wanted answers to the curiosity of magic, heard how passionate she was over what she said; it resonated with the capricious Roth in some form.
"Don't you?" Though he asked for her thoughts the question seemed rhetorical. Roth observed Leigha, then, his green eyes peering through the smeared black liner that was partly washed off by water; soaked as the young male still was.
"Hell, you let me, I could SHOW you how my crazy power stuff works. But I figure that'd be breaking whatever rules you' got going on, so I'll let ya ask whatever you like and I'll give you the answers you need." He promised, thought that was magnanimous, if his expression was any indication. Though how much he knew was debatable to say the truth, Roth ready to get into the room he'd been provided, curious if he was honest with himself as to what he would find inside!
OG:// No worries no worries!! xD Ready to move to a room when y'all are
x)
"You're screwing with me. You can get me my guitar?!" There was, finally, one genuine smile. Honest, unironic and entirely hopeful was his expression.
"HELL yeah I'd like it brought here! My clothes, girlfriend's clothes, and my guitar!" He said again, eager to have that piece he identified with returned,
"It's all in my apartment, 2600 Lafayette Ave, The Bronx, you better get on it Doc or I'll be robbed before you ever get there." Roth said, speaking quickly and excitedly, his colour mostly returned and his complexion far improved by the time the room was reached. He had made, a few assumptions in his enthusiasm, namely that Dr. Amerson would not already have the address of the young male on file, and that she would actually be going to such a dangerous neighborhood in person. Still, he'd made no attempt to fight the woman even with his handcuffs removed, his pale white hands rubbing at the inside of his wrists and elbows in great irritation...
"Yeah yeah yeah interview, sure whatever, not that it matters since I'm "guilty"." He scoffed, bringing his wounded hands up to make derogatory gestures, air-quotes with his index and middle finger. Oh but he rolled his eyes when the woman said he's lucky, barely listened when Leigha said how comfortable and safe Roth may be, Roth almost laughed when she said he'd be afforded some freedom! He was condescending, impatient and unlikable, that expression of contempt pointed at the kind doctor until Leigha mentioned the answers she sought to gain.
"..." He listened, rude as he was some hint of intelligence might have registered, if Leigha wasn't too fed up to pay mind the soaking punk by then, Dio taking in a small portion of what Dr. Ammerson said.
"... You actually care about this stuff." Roth spoke when Leigha said she wanted answers to the curiosity of magic, heard how passionate she was over what she said; it resonated with the capricious Roth in some form.
"Don't you?" Though he asked for her thoughts the question seemed rhetorical. Roth observed Leigha, then, his green eyes peering through the smeared black liner that was partly washed off by water; soaked as the young male still was.
"Hell, you let me, I could SHOW you how my crazy power stuff works. But I figure that'd be breaking whatever rules you' got going on, so I'll let ya ask whatever you like and I'll give you the answers you need." He promised, thought that was magnanimous, if his expression was any indication. Though how much he knew was debatable to say the truth, Roth ready to get into the room he'd been provided, curious if he was honest with himself as to what he would find inside!
OG:// No worries no worries!! xD Ready to move to a room when y'all are
x)
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