"Shh, shh, hey, it's okay. Come into the booth, okay?"
Ren stood and opened the door, holding out his hand for Francis to grab. "Stay to the side, and when he comes up to the window, I'll take care of him, okay?"
*he took your hand and nodded*
Francis: Thank you…
*his doppel walked up to the window so he darted away from the window. The doppelgänger had done an excellent job. It looked identical*
Jack: "Hey, old buddy...See, you just...Came in a minute ago...So...I'm not exactly...Inclined to let you in, y'know?" *checks everything anyway, it's a habit*
Jack: "Nope. Everything was alright with him. His ID, entry request, the whole thing. Care to explain? My hand's getting awfully close to the phoooonnneee...."
Jack: *the smirk has been completely wiped off his face* "W-Well, you're not getting in, so ou ay as well just go back to wherever you doppelgangers live..."
POV: YOU WORK AS A DOORMAN TO AN APARTMENT. AND YOU ALWAYS TALKED TO FRANCIS WHEN YOU SAW HIM AFTER WORK, HUNG OUT WITH HIM, YOU TWO WERE BEST FRIENDS EVEN THOUGH HE WAS TIRED QUITE A BIT. ONE DAY, LATE AT NIGHT WHILE YOU WERE WORKING, HE RAN UP TO THE CHECK IN WINDOW YOU SIT IN AND STARTED FRANTICALLY BANGING ON THE GLASS. HE LOOKED PANIC STRICKEN. (NO JOKE RPS, OCS, OR POWERS. IDC IF Y’ALL DO ROMANCE AS LONG AS IT ISN’T WEIRD.)