The next day, Lane drove his - Oscar's, that is - car to the cheap district on the outskirts where Damien lived. Dressed in khaki chinos, a white shirt, and a burgundy sweater on top. He didn't have time to go shopping, but luckily, Oscar's fashion sense was acceptable, so Lane could put together a decent, flattering outfit. Even if he was still annoyed by how bulky the body he currently possessed felt.
He arrived ahead of time, so unlike himself, and climbed the staircase. It seemed much cleaner than last time… Was it that the building management improved? Or rather, was it… Damien's effort? Since he knew Lane was coming?
Either way, it was still rather unpleasant, so Lane quickly went up the stairs, and knocked on Damien's door.
And he paused, completely stunned, when Damien opened the door.
