[ He wakes up to a strange, heavy weight on his chest and Delibes - Flower Duet playing somewhere off in the distance.
Could be worse, he sleepily reasons, but it damn sure isn't what he had playing when he went to sleep the night before. Raleigh sleeps (or tries to, when nightmares and insomnia aren't plaguing him) with soft music in the background but it's generally Mumford or Bastille - not...opera.
When he actually opens his eyes, he notes several things that are off - other than the creepy music in the background.
First? Not his room. Second? There's a cat on his chest. Cute, and yeah he's a cat man, but he didn't have a cat in his hotel room. He hasn't had a cat since he was a kid.
Third? Not his fucking room. ]
Fuck.. [ he groans, rubbing at his eyes before gingerly pushing the cat off and taking a better look around. His sweater is covered in cat hair and that's when he notices he's still in his damn clothes from the night before.
He spends the next half or so combing his room, looking for clues, for more information telling him where the hell he is and what's going on. Finding nothing but a set of keys that he slides into his pocket, he decides to head into the hallway (cat tucked up under his arm because it's overly affectionate and howls when he tries to leave it in the room) to investigate more - maybe find Mako, figure out what the hell is going on in his life because last he remembers? They were on their victory tour that was more solemn than joyous. ]
Raleigh Becket | Pacific Rim | OTA
Could be worse, he sleepily reasons, but it damn sure isn't what he had playing when he went to sleep the night before. Raleigh sleeps (or tries to, when nightmares and insomnia aren't plaguing him) with soft music in the background but it's generally Mumford or Bastille - not...opera.
When he actually opens his eyes, he notes several things that are off - other than the creepy music in the background.
First? Not his room. Second? There's a cat on his chest. Cute, and yeah he's a cat man, but he didn't have a cat in his hotel room. He hasn't had a cat since he was a kid.
Third? Not his fucking room. ]
Fuck.. [ he groans, rubbing at his eyes before gingerly pushing the cat off and taking a better look around. His sweater is covered in cat hair and that's when he notices he's still in his damn clothes from the night before.
He spends the next half or so combing his room, looking for clues, for more information telling him where the hell he is and what's going on. Finding nothing but a set of keys that he slides into his pocket, he decides to head into the hallway (cat tucked up under his arm because it's overly affectionate and howls when he tries to leave it in the room) to investigate more - maybe find Mako, figure out what the hell is going on in his life because last he remembers? They were on their victory tour that was more solemn than joyous. ]
Hello..?