[ Shouto's questions get an offhand wave from the woman, slightly amused at their obvious shock but keeping it off her face. They're in for a treat, that's all she says. She takes good care of her clients. Food they'll have to go find elsewhere, it's not like she runs a pub.
Allen, seeming to remember something, also asks if she has any bandages or antiseptic as... as the day wore on, so did his step. Faltering more like it pained him at times (while still blustering and protesting being carried!!). It prompts a raised eyebrow, and after scrutinizing him for a moment she makes a pinching motion. He, reluctantly, makes a face and hands over a couple coins. She comes back after a moment with a small wooden that she hands him and warns him to be sure to return it in the morning.
He's accepting it gratefully when Shouto sweeps him up like he's absolutely nothing, entirely catching him offguard, and he clutches the case with a startled squeak. ]
Shouto! [ sputtering. Warn him!!! Also-- not now!!! You!!!
He's floundering for words, half-panicked that that might have made the woman change her mind. What if that!!! And she's staring, oh for a moment she's staring and almost as speechless as Allen... But she leans forward and props her chin up on her hand, watching them go with the faintest sort of smirk.
Allen stares, not even protesting being picked up anymore. He goes somewhat limp in acquiescence with a faint sort of huff and, yes, will get whatever doors there are. He gives Shouto a sullen look for it though. He's still not happy about that, you know...
The corridors are dark and rich-feeling. Much nicer than the front below, and they pass a person of unidentifiable gender who seems to be standing guard and is built like a brick wall. They eye them suspiciously, but let them pass when Allen holds up the key sheepishly.
The rooms are numbered like they would be in a hotel, but when they get to the end of the hall she mentioned the numbers stop and even Allen is slightly confused. He'll exchange a questioning look with Shouto, suggesting they try the unmarked last one, and when he squirms to fit the key in the lock it turns, much to his slight shock. Ah... ]
These must not be rooms she really rents out... [ He blinks, but like that also suddenly makes sense. They weren't exactly regular clientele.
It's clean but not like the opulence the halls and lobby would suggest, more quaintly furnished like a middle-class house. There's a connected bathroom, small and cramped like it's been shoehorned into a space that wasn't meant for it, but fully plumbed with a very deep wood-encased tub.
Allen glances up at Shouto; gentle, but also a little uneasy or concerned. He snags some of the fabric of his coat sleeve between his fingers, giving a small tug. ]
no subject
Allen, seeming to remember something, also asks if she has any bandages or antiseptic as... as the day wore on, so did his step. Faltering more like it pained him at times (while still blustering and protesting being carried!!). It prompts a raised eyebrow, and after scrutinizing him for a moment she makes a pinching motion. He, reluctantly, makes a face and hands over a couple coins. She comes back after a moment with a small wooden that she hands him and warns him to be sure to return it in the morning.
He's accepting it gratefully when Shouto sweeps him up like he's absolutely nothing, entirely catching him offguard, and he clutches the case with a startled squeak. ]
Shouto! [ sputtering. Warn him!!! Also-- not now!!! You!!!
He's floundering for words, half-panicked that that might have made the woman change her mind. What if that!!! And she's staring, oh for a moment she's staring and almost as speechless as Allen... But she leans forward and props her chin up on her hand, watching them go with the faintest sort of smirk.
Allen stares, not even protesting being picked up anymore. He goes somewhat limp in acquiescence with a faint sort of huff and, yes, will get whatever doors there are. He gives Shouto a sullen look for it though. He's still not happy about that, you know...
The corridors are dark and rich-feeling. Much nicer than the front below, and they pass a person of unidentifiable gender who seems to be standing guard and is built like a brick wall. They eye them suspiciously, but let them pass when Allen holds up the key sheepishly.
The rooms are numbered like they would be in a hotel, but when they get to the end of the hall she mentioned the numbers stop and even Allen is slightly confused. He'll exchange a questioning look with Shouto, suggesting they try the unmarked last one, and when he squirms to fit the key in the lock it turns, much to his slight shock. Ah... ]
These must not be rooms she really rents out... [ He blinks, but like that also suddenly makes sense. They weren't exactly regular clientele.
It's clean but not like the opulence the halls and lobby would suggest, more quaintly furnished like a middle-class house. There's a connected bathroom, small and cramped like it's been shoehorned into a space that wasn't meant for it, but fully plumbed with a very deep wood-encased tub.
Allen glances up at Shouto; gentle, but also a little uneasy or concerned. He snags some of the fabric of his coat sleeve between his fingers, giving a small tug. ]
It's alright, you can put me down now.