Ash had been mesmerised by a rather pretty picture on the back of a business card, which belonged to a little antique shop downtown. Antiques weren\'t really his thing, but on the off-chance that he might spot Kerr browsing in one of them, he\'d scoured a few places whenever he came across one. Dangerously, one of the business cards had a lovely piece of artwork of ballerinas, painted in impressionism. He hadn\'t even realised that there was a picture on the card, for it had been scrolling writing upon a plain burgundy background when he\'d grabbed it, a few numbers declaring phone and fax, and no email or website. If he\'d flipped it over he would\'ve seen the painting printed on it, but he\'d just pocketed it.
Now, he was standing completely still in his bedroom, after having taken out the business card from his shirt pocket, intending to shove it in his laundry hamper, and spied the picture. Instead of throwing it down quickly, like he should\'ve done, he\'d looked at it. He\'d been so enchanted by its loveliness that he\'d been drawn into it, studying brush strokes, gazing upon the pretty faces of the ballerinas that looked blurry thanks to the artist style, and had to wonder at the beauty within the artist\'s mind. He\'d already been captivated for over an hour, and it was only when a seeking mind touched his own that broke him out of the reverie enough for him to scrunch up the card in his hand and break the spell that had come over him.
Kerr? he asked mentally, recognising the seeking mind but it had been so long that he couldn\'t trust what he thought he\'d felt - but something had broken him out of his trance. He felt it again, more firmly this time, and yes, it was Kerr greeting him, letting him know he was downstairs. Ash was spurred into action.
He grabbed a tee-shirt out of the top drawer and threw it on, uncaring if the dark blue looked bland alongside his dark jeans, which were fraying at the heel. He didn\'t bother with shoes, but did stop in front of the mirror on his way to the front door, in order to mess with his hair.
The lift came almost immediately, as it was still waiting on the floor below his own after it had dropped Kerr off. It couldn\'t come fast enough for Ash, who scampered into it and jabbed the button for the floor below several times, as well as the button to close the doors.
When the lift opened again, he hurried out and strode to the door of Ichabod\'s apartment, trying the knob and pleased when it turned and opened for him. He didn\'t know that Kerr had let himself in with his key and closed the door behind him without specifically locking it, figuring Ichabod had been the one to let Kerr in and then forgotten to flick the lock instead.
He shut the door behind himself and did a hasty search of the apartment, striding around and glancing in rooms before ending up in the doorway of the bedroom that Kerr and Ichabod were lying in. Grinning manically, he leant against the doorframe and stared at the couple.
"How come you haven\'t come to visit, asshole?" he said in a friendly manner, but there was a bitter undercurrent to his words.
