[ Well. They've been here for a full day now, so at this point, there's not much sense in giving any further consideration to the idea that this might just be a dream. And that means there's no point in putting off that tabled conversation with Julius any longer either — Rideaux has never been one to shy away from the reality of a situation anyway, even when that reality is, as it is so often for him, miserable garbage.
So evening comes, and with no pressing urge to return to the uncomfortably familiar sterility of his own room, Rideaux comes to stop outside of Julius's instead, giving the door a sharp double-rap that's probably instantly recognizable as his own knock.
8/15, late evening
So evening comes, and with no pressing urge to return to the uncomfortably familiar sterility of his own room, Rideaux comes to stop outside of Julius's instead, giving the door a sharp double-rap that's probably instantly recognizable as his own knock.
That bastard had better not blow him off. ]