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- dalila floundered for answers for a moment, digging through the pockets of his slacks until he found his phone. it was an old one- a flip phone, really. he held it out to the man, peter. “uh, you can try to call them, but i don’t get very good service. especially if you’re trying to call someone out of town. never seems to go through for me, but i can’t figure out why,” he explained with a small shrug.
“and don’t worry about the room- my boss came around, told me that nobody from the bus is paying for their rooms. and they’re a whole lot nicer than this place- lots more modern,” dalila looked around the lobby, a little hurt that it had been insulted, though he understood why. the hotel wasn’t in great condition, sure, but it was his home, so it felt a little personal in that sense. he didn’t pay it any mind, though- it’s not like peter knew, and he was sure the man was frustrated by his current predicament enough as was. “my name’s dalila, by the way. we don’t really have room service or anything, but if you need anything, just let me know.”
luciano ochoa • he/him • local • location: cafe • mentions: none • tagging: silas
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- as silas sat down in the seat across from him, luciano was very, very tempted to tell the other man that yes, that seat was indeed taken. a blatant lie, of course, but it’d save him a world of embarrassment at this point. he didn’t say that, though. instead, luciano didn’t answer the question- but he didn’t tell silas to move, either, whatever that said about him.
for a moment, he didn’t respond to silas’s thank you, either, struggling to find an excuse for buying the man coffee that wasn’t just well, you see, i have no self control. despite the confidence and bravado that luciano usually carried himself with, personal interactions outside of his job had never been his forte. he shrugged. ”i figured there was no harm in doing something nice for one of livinggrove’s beloved teachers.” despite his limited interactions with silas, one that particularly stuck out to luciano was silas bringing one of his students in after she’d broken her finger in history class. luciano hadn’t bothered to ask for the details- he’d met his fair share of teenagers and they were, in his experience, absolutely terrifying.
”bus broke down in town,” the doctor stated simply, taking a drink of his coffee before turning to face silas. ”i think they’re having some trouble actually fixing whatever went wrong, so it looks like our small town is about to become quite the tourist attraction. it should be… interesting, to say the least.”
seattle washington • he/him or they/them • bus rider • location: bookstore • mentions: none • tagging: julian
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- after a long moment of standing outside the bus, seattle sighed dramatically to himself and picked up his luggage- a duffle bag and a single suitcase. a few weeks ago, he’d outsourced everything else to a private moving company, which he was honestly kind of thankful for now. no way was he dragging the entire contents of his apartment across this town.
seattle wasn’t entirely sure where he was supposed to be going, but that seemed to be a sentiment shared by most people. after about fifteen minutes of wandering up and down the main road, he gave up and slipped inside the bookstore he had stopped beside. the inside was cozy, cute, even. small, compared to the bookstores in the city seattle had come from. thankfully, he wasn’t alone in the store. seattle smiled at the person behind the counter, offering them a small wave. “hi! is there… look, this is weird, but is there any chance you could point me in the direction of the quiet passing hotel?”
