[ Alec doesn't answer Olympia right away. He's busy walking over to his bed, turning around, and flopping backwards onto the rumpled comforter with a tiny exhale when his shoulders hit mattress. He starts toeing off his boots with no regard for potential scuff marks on the leather, an ungraceful, squirming affair. ]
Throw the stuff on the desk.
[ For the short time Alec's had this room, he's already made his presence felt. The closet hangs half open and a variety of the clothes that were once in it are draped over the back of the chair in the corner or just crumpled in a careless heap on the floor. The plush robe provided to every guest hangs off the corner of the bathroom door instead of the hook on the back. There's a small collection of bottled drinks and packaged snack foods on the desk.
There's also, if she happens to notice it, broken glass scattered across the sill of every window. It's the same greenish colour as the bottles. ]
...it's better than you freaking out about it. [ Alec says, quietly, and apparently to the ceiling he's staring at. ] I'm just saying not everybody is as 'reliable' as me. Got it?
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Throw the stuff on the desk.
[ For the short time Alec's had this room, he's already made his presence felt. The closet hangs half open and a variety of the clothes that were once in it are draped over the back of the chair in the corner or just crumpled in a careless heap on the floor. The plush robe provided to every guest hangs off the corner of the bathroom door instead of the hook on the back. There's a small collection of bottled drinks and packaged snack foods on the desk.
There's also, if she happens to notice it, broken glass scattered across the sill of every window. It's the same greenish colour as the bottles. ]
...it's better than you freaking out about it. [ Alec says, quietly, and apparently to the ceiling he's staring at. ] I'm just saying not everybody is as 'reliable' as me. Got it?