[Hasao x Ava FTE] The Waiting Game

Shot in hell

A man dressed in primarily olive green lurked about the lobby with no real direction in mind. Fingers pushed black bangs to the side of the slouching Hasao's brown eyes as he surveyed the room intently. Was there truly nothing interesting to be found in this hotel? He'd practically studied the whole building, and not a damned thing was happening that caught his attention. It was funny, for a bunch of talented teens potentially bent on murder and drama, they were a boring bunch of people. His dominant hand fell lazily to his side in defeat. He was frustrated, to say the least, but he certainly wasn't going to start anything. A true director and filmmaker waits for the golden moment! His eyes were practically sparkling at the idea of those juicy drama moments... Hell, they may even come up as incriminating evidence for some murdering scum when the time came! After all, he never truly stopped recording. He wasn't sure his camera even had an "off-switch", per say.

Hasao let out a lengthy sigh, plopping down in an arm-chair near the back of the lobby. Perhaps he did need to play the waiting game after all? If nothing else he could strike up a conversation with the next person through the door. Although, he was a bit worried he'd come off as an asshole. But that was simply the risk he'd have to take, whether he harassed the poor guy to the point of no return or made a new buddy out of it.