The room at first glance is, like, the world's most stereotypical bachelor pad. What's probably surprising immediately is that... it's neat? It's tidy. Jason Todd is clean and organized, as wild as that seems. His color palette is Big Red Energy, but he has a lot of black accents, and the industrial feel of a city studio flat.
He's a dorito, so the bed is an iron-framed queen, but the sheets are all matte and red like a nasty bachelor (and also because it's easier to get blood out of that). The closet is sliding mirror doors which reflect the rest of the room rather than something gaudy and suggestive like the bed. There's a desk... It looks like it can be folded up against one of the walls to make more floor room. But right now, it's down and topped with the things the hotel has given them. There is also a gun on there.
One wall has a gym rat pull-up bar, and this is where Jason currently is. Nearby is a fake TV which doesn't work on top of a wide bookshelf full of.........books! Wow! Jason Todd READS! They're all fake unfortunately, but the titles are a bunch of Earth classics. Real high-brow stuff sometimes.
Also, there are a lot of glass cases that line one of the other walls. Inside are immovable, sort of paper-like replicas of different weapons: daggers, guns, short swords, you name it. To go with them is a few stylized posters of motorcycles and muscle cars. The only "window" on the back wall shows a fake fire-escape city view which is perpetual stuck on nighttime; light pollution obscures most of the stars, and the moon is peeking from behind a tall building, and there is... a cone of light in the sky with the dark space of a bat in the center. Hm.
Oh. There's also some RGB lighting here and there. It's terrible.
Jason, hanging from the bar by his knees, stops and hangs down again when Kaeya gets nosy. I am sorry that he does not have a shirt on, but it's fine. He is doing sit ups, but, like, on the wall. How does this thing hold up two hundred pounds of idiot? We just don't know.]
yea it's them
The room at first glance is, like, the world's most stereotypical bachelor pad. What's probably surprising immediately is that... it's neat? It's tidy. Jason Todd is clean and organized, as wild as that seems. His color palette is Big Red Energy, but he has a lot of black accents, and the industrial feel of a city studio flat.
He's a dorito, so the bed is an iron-framed queen, but the sheets are all matte and red like a nasty bachelor (and also because it's easier to get blood out of that). The closet is sliding mirror doors which reflect the rest of the room rather than something gaudy and suggestive like the bed. There's a desk... It looks like it can be folded up against one of the walls to make more floor room. But right now, it's down and topped with the things the hotel has given them. There is also a gun on there.
One wall has a gym rat pull-up bar, and this is where Jason currently is. Nearby is a fake TV which doesn't work on top of a wide bookshelf full of.........books! Wow! Jason Todd READS! They're all fake unfortunately, but the titles are a bunch of Earth classics. Real high-brow stuff sometimes.
Also, there are a lot of glass cases that line one of the other walls. Inside are immovable, sort of paper-like replicas of different weapons: daggers, guns, short swords, you name it. To go with them is a few stylized posters of motorcycles and muscle cars. The only "window" on the back wall shows a fake fire-escape city view which is perpetual stuck on nighttime; light pollution obscures most of the stars, and the moon is peeking from behind a tall building, and there is... a cone of light in the sky with the dark space of a bat in the center. Hm.
Oh. There's also some RGB lighting here and there. It's terrible.
Jason, hanging from the bar by his knees, stops and hangs down again when Kaeya gets nosy. I am sorry that he does not have a shirt on, but it's fine. He is doing sit ups, but, like, on the wall. How does this thing hold up two hundred pounds of idiot? We just don't know.]
Sup. Hand broken? You didn't knock.