"Gross."

-A

"a thank you would be nice."

"maybe get a better ward." He quips before flicking a rock through it and starting back off to his room, whistling all the while.

"Never asked you to like me. I'm here to do my job and get out."

"ah so you're both gross...how fun. No wonder this place is disgusting." He points at something, "is that a dead squirrel...."

"I get that but.....vile."

He's starting to put this together, "oh...oh! Disgusting. I thought Heath had standards"

He go got his information. They were here. Now he needed to start beating down at least one of their doors..... Short work really considering

He's had enough of this he walks to the concierge table and asks, "Did three women check in here?"

"Yes the red headed one looks like a moron that trips over her own boot. The other one is sleepy and the other one.... Well I don't know too much about that one."

He's already down the hall when he hears the scream. He's just whistling until he steps in muck, "Fuckers can't even clean!"

He walks past a room with no door and just chuckles while shaking his head. This whole place looked like it was coming apart. "What is this? Cleveland?"

"You missed a spot." He said crunching a bug under his boot.

He begins to whistle dragging the tip of his rapier down the walls

"Hilarious." Sparks shooting from his rapier as he scratches it across the ground before bringing it up to his shoulder, "Cleaning up more messes. Don't mind me. Won't even know I'm here."

"And here we go."