howbigcanitbe | RP for sonata_adagio Just hangin' around

Patience wasn't one of Hellboy's strong suits and though he'd never really admit it, neither was solitude. He'd already befriended a couple of stray cats but he didn't have electricity (which meant no TV) and he was fairly stuck inside during the day unless he wanted to chance having Myers bitch at him. It wasn't so much Myers bitching that kept him inside though. He knew if he attracted too much attention they'd just send people to get him. While they couldn't make him do much of anything, they could make his life difficult. In any case, the sum of the situation was that just after midnight the night after he'd met Jill, he was standing on the sidewalk across from the Hyperion hotel. It hadn't been hard to figure out or at least approximate which room she was staying in. She gave him tingles that were different from the feeling he got from the vampire. He waited across the sidewalk, shifting from foot to foot for a while (which is to say about five minutes. See the patience comment) then crossed the street. He could be relatively quiet when he wanted to be so the leap he took to the third story window was fairly silent. He caught the window ledge with his right hand, dangling there for a moment before he tapped on the window with his left hand.

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Luckily, Lucy was downstairs getting post slayage food. But even if she hadn't been, she was a heavy sleeper. Jill was kind of worried about what Lucy would say to Hellboy even though she knew they would eventually meet.

She was wearing a pair of white pajama pants with tiny bats on them and a black cami with a white, glittery star on it when she went to the window. She smiled when she saw him. The visit was unexpected but a good surprise too. She pointed to the right and mouthed. 'next window' to him before jogging barefoot out to the hallway and into the next room.

Once there, she shut the door and unlocked and opened the large window, waiting for Hellboy to come over.

If she hadn't smiled, he might have just moved on but she smiled so when she directed him over to the next window, he waited, hanging out a little bit until she got the window unlocked and open. Once that was done he swung pretty easily over to the next window and pulled himself up and over the sill, landing reasonably light-footed. He straightened up slowly. he was wearing pretty much what he'd worn the night before sans the jacket. His eyes swept over her, taking in every detail. She was tiny in comparison and pretty. The pajamas made her look younger.

"Hey, you said to stop by sometime if I wanted so. Slow night, I decided to drop in. Did I wake you up?" He didn't have the cigar in his mouth, yet.

"You climb walls like Spiderman." Jill informed him amusedly. "It's pretty cool. And no, you didn't wake me up. I'm kind of a night owl. Sometimes I go two or three nights in a row without really sleeping."

"Yeah hard to believe somethin' so big can be so agile," he shrugged. "Demon nature. Most humans sleep a lot, 'least as far as I can tell but then I ain't spent a lot of time with many of them. I don't sleep much either."

She reached out and put a hand on his arm to guide him further into the room. "Come in. This is the bow chicka bow wow room, so dubbed by Lucy."

And then her eyes went wide and she looked to hellboy. "Not that I... you know. It's just a room for not sleeping... in the sleeping asleep sense."

Hellboy was surprised by her hand on his arm. She felt cool to the touch but he knew that was just because his body temperature in comparison to hers was high. He moved further into the room with her though, taking in everything as he did. It's a room that's bigger than the one he's got at the Bureau, of course it's less cluttered than his room ever was.

He's scratching the back of his head and looking everywhere but her eyes when she mentioned the room's name. After her stammering is done he nods. "Nah, I get it. Like I said, slow night. I was in the area. I wanted to see you..." And then it's his turn to be slightly embarrassed, stammer and cover up. "I mean-y'know, thought I'd stop by and say hey."

He fumbles in his pocket and gets out a cigar but doesn't light it, just sticks the stub of it in his mouth. He doesn't have a lot of social graces but he knows a lot of humans don't smoke in their own homes. He never got why but it's true regardless.

She caught that he'd said that he wanted to see her and grinned as she lead him to the couch. She sat down and patted the large portion of couch she had left for him. "One of these days you're going to have to meet Lucy. She's downstairs stuffing her face with food right now."

He sat down gingerly on the couch, almost testing it to see if it would hold his weight. He relaxed slightly once he'd sat down then glanced over at her. "You're not hungry? I could go and come back later or there's this demon diner we could grab something to eat at. Nobody'd bother you."

Because you know she was there with him and there are very few straight from Hell demons walking around.

"I usually only hit the demon bars if I have to knock heads together and if Lucy is there so we can back each other up." Jill commented. "You probably go to them a lot, huh?"

He shrugged at that. "They got good chili and pie. I fit in there."

"I've been there. I think you could own that place if you wanted to." Jill cast him a sideways grin.

"There aren't many pure demons walkin' 'round. Most of them are half-breeds. I haven't met anything I couldn't own," Hellboy answered honestly. It wasn't bragging if it was the truth.

Well she thought that was kind of awesome. No one could own Hellboy. "You know that I thought someone had abused you somehow when I saw you last night?"

That made him chuckle a little, a deep sound that came from somewhere in his chest or maybe his stomach. It wasn't something that happened often.

"Darlin' I'll let the Bureau lock me up in a room this size and dictate, for the most part when I get out, but that's because they feed me six times a day, take care of my cats and Father was there. And note the use of the word let. I got out pretty much when I wanted to and they couldn't stop me."

He took the cigar out of his mouth and twisted it between his fingers a moment.

"I'm not invulnerable but I'm pretty fuckin' hard to kill. I've been run over by a train, set on fire more times than I can count and had a building fall on top of me. I ain't goin' nowhere and nobody's gonna make me."

He put the cigar back in his mouth and quirked an eyebrow at her "It was 'cause of the horns, wasn't it?"

"The horns. I figured someone had to have cut them off of you or something." And really the only reason she had thought of that was because of her own past.

"Nah," he shook his head. "If I don't file 'em every day they grow and curve back over my head. I joke an' say I do it to fit in but they're the only thing about all this," he gestured with his left hand to his face and torso, clearly meaning himself "that I can change."

She was about to say that she knew the feeling, wanting to change something about yourself. But then she realized that he might take it the wrong way. He wouldn't understand. So she nodded. "I like it this way. How fast do they grow?"

Normally he was pretty sensitive about his horns. It was one of the few things he was sensitive about but she didn't seem to mind them and she wasn't mocking them or staring at them.

"Dunno, 'bout a foot a month if I don't sand 'em off every day. I got a power sander I use on 'em every day instead of shavin'," he joked as he ran his left hand along the beard he had.

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