[ Luciel would ask the gods what the heck he's gotten himself into...but he knows exactly what. So he ignores the confused (and wary) stare of the receptionist as they look between Tristan and him, stone-faced until a room key is handed over. ]
Thanks. Just tonight is fine.
[ They can decide to tomorrow if there's a need to extend their stay. ]
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Thanks. Just tonight is fine.
[ They can decide to tomorrow if there's a need to extend their stay. ]
Come on, you. We're on the third floor.