[ It's difficult not to notice him when he's always flashy and wanting to be seen. She'd make for a poor detective and a poorer forensics investigator if she didn't see a wisp of his drill hair and not check and know it's him, but she doesn't have to acknowledge him when she isn't on duty, and she was hoping the KG outside the door was anyone but him.
This would be her luck. She doesn't stop herself from showing how her mood drops, her brows lowering and drawing together, her cheeks puffing before her lips curve into a frown. ]
I've had to share a tour van on plenty of occasions. That might be even more cramped than a single room, ja?
[ did it suck? totally. did he get into a hotel room as soon as possible any time he could? absolutely. does ema need to know about the details? nope. klavier just has to be in the right.
anyway. he'll turn himself and his suitcases so he can slide (read: crowd) into the room. ]
I have spent the entirety of our time away from home in a state of upset, but with my old security guard here, I feel much more at ease.
[ she is thinking he got some lush hotel room the quickest he could. you don't look like that and not be high maintenance. speaking of, she glances at his two new suitcases full of things.
[ he leaves his bags where they are and thankfully one of the attendants is just outside the door! he argues with them and, unsurprisingly, nothing works. he enters the room again, exasperated. ]
A seasoned officiate of the law unable to argue his way into a new hotel room... Am I a joke to them? They can't even name the owner of this establishment.
[ this is what she expected when all she saw were robots. ]
None of your status has any sway here, it looks like. It is strange that we can't find the organizer or any telling information about this place, but that's not the immediate problem.
[ the problem of what they're going to do about their rooming situation. ]
I would argue that there are many immediate problems that require immediate addressing, ja? I would have more words with the person in charge than about our hotel room.
[ he closes the door behind him and steps inside, hands on hips as he surveys the bed. it does fit two people, but...
From what I heard, each person was randomly assigned to share a room, Herr Forehead and Herr Wright included. I'm not familiar with the others here.
[ but gentleman has him. he could be a primadonna about the situation, but he does care about how to treat ladies.... whether or not this has sexist undertones is up for debate.
he looks to the sofa that the mods said is there in every room. it takes him a moment to compose himself before he makes the godforsaken suggestion. ]
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This would be her luck. She doesn't stop herself from showing how her mood drops, her brows lowering and drawing together, her cheeks puffing before her lips curve into a frown. ]
Do you even know how to share a room?
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[ did it suck? totally. did he get into a hotel room as soon as possible any time he could? absolutely. does ema need to know about the details? nope. klavier just has to be in the right.
anyway. he'll turn himself and his suitcases so he can slide (read: crowd) into the room. ]
I have spent the entirety of our time away from home in a state of upset, but with my old security guard here, I feel much more at ease.
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why. ]
My job is not to be your security detail.
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[ squeezes himself in... ]
I would hope you haven't come to do a job at all, Fräulein Detective. This is a vacation.
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A single bed...?
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[ this is a big problem. she's about to reach for her back of snackoos. ]
We would not sleep more soundly like this.
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Then I will have a word with our robotic attendants about this.
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[ she doesn't think he'll be able to get anywhere, but she's staking her claim now. ]
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[ he leaves his bags where they are and thankfully one of the attendants is just outside the door! he argues with them and, unsurprisingly, nothing works. he enters the room again, exasperated. ]
A seasoned officiate of the law unable to argue his way into a new hotel room... Am I a joke to them? They can't even name the owner of this establishment.
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None of your status has any sway here, it looks like. It is strange that we can't find the organizer or any telling information about this place, but that's not the immediate problem.
[ the problem of what they're going to do about their rooming situation. ]
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[ he closes the door behind him and steps inside, hands on hips as he surveys the bed. it does fit two people, but...
he looks at ema. ]
You're not affronted by this situation?
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[ something about him always makes her want to fight. she looks right back at him. ]
Of course I am. I don't want to share a bed with you.
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That goes without saying, Fräulein. Believe me.
[ he knows very well how much ema dislikes him. ]
But if we cannot change our situation, we will have to make do. I have no interest in sleeping outside.
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[ it may not be the nicest thing and an imposition, but whatever!! he's the one who's the rock star. ]
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[ where is her bag of snackoos ]
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From what I heard, each person was randomly assigned to share a room, Herr Forehead and Herr Wright included. I'm not familiar with the others here.
[ but gentleman has him. he could be a primadonna about the situation, but he does care about how to treat ladies.... whether or not this has sexist undertones is up for debate.
he looks to the sofa that the mods said is there in every room. it takes him a moment to compose himself before he makes the godforsaken suggestion. ]
I... suppose I will take the couch.
[ it's like pulling teeth. SUCH SACRIFICE..... ]
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what is he so dramatic for? she thinks he could stand to be a lot cooler, but she is a little appeased when he offers to take the couch. ]
Thanks. Random or otherwise, at least I know your character.
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he hates the fact that he conceded but... at least the sofa here looks incredibly clean and comfortable..... this is awful ]
Still the "glimmerous fop," as you call me?
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