He was too calm, too frighteningly calm for Merton's admiration. "Heading towards Quinn's mansion I think."
"Ok." He replied, keeping his bags near his bed, hopping onto the mattress, and shutting his eyes, before letting out an exhausted sigh.
Merton took the hint and turned to excuse himself.
"Wait," Rogue opened his eyes, staring at Merton with emptiness. "Can I borrow your pen for tonight?"
Merton didn't hesitate and kept the pen beside his bed. "Don't damage it," He gave a warning glare, which meant no harm but Rogue didn't respond. Merton departed the room.
The second the door shut, Rogue unfurled his eyes. He sits up, taking the pen into his palm and observing it. He wouldn't dare doubt Merton's creation, so also his words.
Roman wouldn't be able to escape by himself, it's just impossible.
There's a rat in his operation.
