Vale Five Star Hotel And Bath House[Closed]

Dave gave her a unbreaking stare. "Lass think what you want, but when these eyes change color, Boyo isn't in the control room." He said monotone He simply gave the bunny a unending stare, to show his seriousness.

Alexa brushes him off. "Sure. Once the eye colours about to change back, lemme talk to him." I still don't believe this freak

Dave shrugged. "As you wish." He pulled out a small glass and took a swig. His eyes reverted to a light blue. David looked around a bit before seeing the bunny girl. "Oh god! Don't hurt me I swear it was an accident." His stare turned to a look of embarrassment as his face turned red.

Alexa looks at him with shock in her eyes. "Holy **** thought he was lying... uh don't worry." Thought that kid... personality... thing was lying.

David just hides his face. "Wait....he? Oh no. What did Dave do now?" Whatever it is it's not good.

Hoshi finally got her drink and turned towards the unfolding scene. She turned around and heard the girl talk about some lying, she turned towards David "what was that about" she asked not knowing which one she was talking too.

David was thinking when Hoshi talked. "Incident at baths, of which was an accident. I swear." He said hiding his face, which was beat red.

Hoshi took a sip if her tequila before face-palming at the use of the word incident "oh god that's never good when they use incident, what actually happened, were you peeking at girls in the baths, please say you weren't" she said with a look on her face which knew the answer but didn't want to hear it said.

Reaching her room, she dropped her bags off on the bed with a slight thud escaping from between them and the floor. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself, a slight mess with her hair being unsightly to her eyes. "Better fix this really quick," she said silently to herself, grabbing the hair dryer next to her. With a brief whirring sound and a small roar following suit, she held it up and started to work with those long tendrils.

It took about five minutes for her to get her long hair taken care of, but when it was down, it was like fine silk running down. Pulling two conglomerates of it to the back of her head, she then started to braid it inch by inch, slowly moving down, all whilst humming to herself softly. As she reached the bottom, she stole herself away from the mirror back to her bags, hands moving autonomously to finish what they had started. She reached into the bag, grabbed a genuine silk ribbon of a pink variety, and tied it off on the end with a bow that was certainly more than necessary. She smiled at herself, then looked up and saw the clock, bright red with the time. Blinking once, she took a moment to process the time. "EHH!?" she shrieked slightly, immediately bolting out the door.

After running down the multiple flights of stairs, she veered the corner back to the restaurant. "I can't believe it's been 25 minutes!" she cried slightly to herself, staying in a slight job. "I hope he didn't just leave!"

Eventually, there would come a point where Haven slowly slid himself down, sitting upon the tile beneath him and leaning against the wall. The majority of his attention still focused upon his musical device, however, as it had a few extra little games stored in it. Because of this, he found himself grasping hold of both edges of the piece of technology and tilting it to and fro, as this current activity involved some type of tilt-sensitive motions. As awkward as it may have looked to those passing by him, the crossbreed actually found it somewhat amusing, thus had been in a small state of disbelief as he paused his games to check the time through the number of songs he had listened to. So a total of maybe...six or seven songs had played by...? Each of roughly three to four minutes long... he would think to himself, closing both eyes of his as he mentally calculated matters within his mind. They would unveil once more as he realized just how much time had passed, glancing back down at the small screen of his mp3 player before him which continued to show the paused session of his pastime. ...Damn, I didn't think I could be distracted by something like this for that long.

Just as he was exiting the game and shifting his player back to the music scrollbar menu, scarred ears would be given a slight flicker as something caught the lad's attention. Almost hesitantly they would be drawn upwards, locking upon the direction in which a mess of footsteps seemed to be coming from. He blinked silently, soon noticing the image of the girl whom which he had been waiting for turning the corner. Lifting his right hand somewhat awkwardly, he moved it the slightest bit to wave. "...Someone seems kinda rushed," he would call out, laughing quietly. Immediately he would give himself a mental facepalm as this remark slipped from his mouth, rather than the greeting he was aiming to give. A small shake of the head would be given, paired up with a somewhat ridiculous look directed only for himself, before he began hauling himself back onto his feet.

David just kept his face hidden. "I swear on my life it was by accident." He said red faced. "I never would peek on a girl never." As he talked a screen came over his eye. [But I would.] "Ic? What do you mean by-" Before he could say more Icarus played a video of the girl. "ICARUS!" [HEHEHEHEHEHE].

As she got nearer, she slowed her pace down, smiling a little at his comment. Arriving in front of him, she hunched over, hands on her knees, breathing somewhat heavily. "Sorry!" she softly exclaimed in between her breathes, hair hanging down and caressing her face. "Lost track... of time... too many... stairs...." Standing up, she then placed her hands behind her head, attempting to open her chest up a bit for more air. "Ready... when you are...!"

Argent chuckled lowly, raising his hand to order another drink. "Someone's in troublllllllllllllllllle." He teased offhandedly, not looking at David or the people around him. "Thanks." He said to the bartender, getting his drink, quarter of it disappearing down his throat immediately. "Just so you know, I've got my bets on Pinky here."

"People like you disgust me...ugh"Celeste mumbled under her breath, loud enough for everyone to hear. Not specifying who, Celeste slams her fist on the table and holds her head, clearly affected by the alcohol in her system. Continuing her ranting she says, "He's lying. He's lying. He's lying." and groans as she covers her head again.

"Nooo, it's no trouble at all," Haven said in reply, his tone raising in pitch the slightest bit as he lifted his hands in front of his chest and shook them faintly. This would stop after several moments as he fully noticed how exhausted the lass before him was. With some hesitance he would lean over the slightest bit, gazing at Wren as if examining her for some reason. Slowly he would shake his head, his smile remaining as yet another chuckle rumbled from the depths of his larynx. He stepped forward and ahead of the crimson-haired girl, going into a slow-paced walk toward the restaurant to allow her to catch up --- both with breath and stride alike.

"...Er...so you said too many stairs..." he began, "...and you came from, like...the twenty-seventh floor? Twenty-ninth? Around there?" Still strolling along, the boy kept both hands within his pockets. One of them grasped hold of his mp3 player and was lowering the volume, that way he could hear anything the other had to say with less difficulty. Once this was done he looked over his shoulder, directing his full attention toward the exhausted one with him. "...Why, uh...why didn't you just take the elevator?"

"I just thought... it would be... faster...." This was quickly proving to not be a good day for her. She was pretty sure that by eating here she was going to get food poisoning or choke on dessert or anything equally as horrible. But that delicate looking chocolate silk pie or that massive strawberry shortcake were just too tempting to pass up, especially when it wasn't on her ticket. Having caught a bit more of the sweet nectar called air, she was able to walk with a bit more ease.

"So," she said with cheerful tone once again, a slight bound in her step from youth, "The others went ahead? We going to join in or just you and I for the evening?"

"Aha, alright then," the crossbreed said in reply, the smirk of his fading ever so slightly as he directed his attention back to the path in front of him. Both hands of his would eventually reel from each pocket, the left grasping a firm hold of the boy's wallet as it was revealed. Quickly glancing in, he would reply to the other comments that the cardinal-headed lass now by his side had spoken. "They went ahead; yeah. Whether or not we'll actually be joining them or dining on our own remains to be seen." He paused as soon as he stepped within the entry sector of the restaurant. Catching sight of one of the servers, he gestured over to an empty booth that was kept midway between both the bar and the actual banquet. As soon as he saw the other afar give a nod for him to go on, Haven gave a small, thankful nod to the other, which was paired up with a small wave before he walked over to the newly-designated seat and rested himself upon one of the sides of the table.

"Last I saw, the other two headed off to the bar," he would say as soon as Wren got situated, azure eyes of his shifting over the sea of moving heads and toward the bar area. Eventually he would cease this little scan of his, directing his attention back to the girl. "I could go check for them when I get my own food, if you want. I'll hold doing that off for now, though, until you've gotten what you've been wanting. Ladies first, and all that." The liveliness returning to his smile, the hybrid turned a tad in his chair. His free, walletless hand lifted, gesturing over to the crowded aisles of various gourmet foods behind him. "So...go on. Enjoy."

"Nn," she gave as a reply, shaking her head. "It's alright Haven, there's no need to. They are possibly enjoying themselves with other friends of theirs." With a slight bow, she gave a small thanks to her chaperone of sorts, then turned to the bar area to find some food.

Regrettably, she knew she should get some actual food first. It was just hard to decide what to savor into before anything else. There were the sweet aromas of various soups wafting lazily through the air, or the temptation known as meat just hanging around until something took a hold of it. As always, these were well complimented by the placement of fruits and breads around to help round the whole meal off. It was all just so much to take in, and so hard to decide....

It wasn't long before she found herself walking back with a heaping plate of just about everything, the ultimate sampler if you would. As she continued to walk, she could only stare at the plate with amazement, wondering how she gathered it all so quickly. As she got back to the table, she sat the plate and herself down, still staring at it. Then, as if it was the only thing to break her from such a trance, she snapped up and exclaimed, "Silverware!" It was true, she had none whatsoever to devour the plate that seemed just as tall as she was. Shifting out of the chair, she stood to start back over to the bar area.

Seeing as he had basically agreed to wait a little while more, the crossbreed had taken his musical device out and into view upon Wren's first departure. Without much care he glided his thumb across the scroll wheel once more, making the occasional, necessary click upon the center button to correctly navigate himself to the game he was playing several minutes beforehand. Narrowed voids would trail after the lass for several moments as she walked off, sinking back down toward his player's screen yet again. Taking both small edges within his grasp as he had done while waiting outside, the boy began singing along to the foreign lyrics playing within a smooth, melodic tone as he gently tilted his music player from side to side.

He would remain this way for a good while, only averting his attention from his little activities a mere few seconds before the other had begun walking back over with her hand-chosen meal. Rather than giving a small "Welcome back," he found himself awkwardly staring at the amount of food that the girl had brought back. Both jaws of his were parted slightly as if emphasizing the shock, growing the slightest bit further apart as he began to speak. No words came out, however, as the moment he was about to speak, he noticed the cardinal-headed girl turning heel and bounding off once more after saying something about silverware. Slowly his mouth would close, his gaze floating back down and toward his mp3 player's screen. After a while of staring, he would click the appropriate buttons until he was at the music scroll down menu yet again, picking yet another song --- specifically one of the Mandarin language. He began singing along with it as he did the previous songs, due to the dedication he had put into in the past to memorize this song, as well as a handful of others that weren't sung in English nor Japanese.

Afterwards, he would set his musical device down and upon the table's surface, continuing to sing along quietly as he stared at the plate that the student alongside him had left behind. "Sweet damn..." would be the words to escape his mouth as he took a temporary song break, allowing the melodies to continue flowing through his auds as he simply sat there, looking and listening. A quick glance would be taken in the direction that Wren had taken off to in her quest to grasp hold of some utensils, the grin he had worn earlier returning to his lips yet again. It would be matched up with a small, faint chuckle as he properly faced himself forward and shut his eyes lightly. "...Heh...looks like I have some competition..." he said to himself, another light laugh escaping into the air around him while he quietly regarded the plate of food sitting on the opposite side from him.