[He's kind of surprised to hear that Armand has some idea of local attractions. It doesn't seem like casual day trips -- night trips? -- would be his bag. Then again, apart from one thirty-second memory from fifty years ago, he has difficulty picturing Armand anywhere except inside the penthouse. Presumably, said penthouse had not been around five hundred years ago or whenever it was that he'd first gone vampire.
Christ, he really does need to get outside, doesn't he? Cabin fever was scrambling his brain. He exits the penthouse front door and quickly realizes he hasn't even seen the elevator bank in over a week.
Didn't take you for much of the sightseeing type. Hard to arrange things entirely by tablet on the outside.
There's definitely still questions to be asked about what, exactly, the 'controlled environment' entailed and how much of that was Louis' design. But questions that might vex his undead chaperone could wait until he'd hit pavement.]
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Christ, he really does need to get outside, doesn't he? Cabin fever was scrambling his brain. He exits the penthouse front door and quickly realizes he hasn't even seen the elevator bank in over a week.
Didn't take you for much of the sightseeing type. Hard to arrange things entirely by tablet on the outside.
There's definitely still questions to be asked about what, exactly, the 'controlled environment' entailed and how much of that was Louis' design. But questions that might vex his undead chaperone could wait until he'd hit pavement.]