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Started March 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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"It's like a lizard, but slippery." He cut the car off and opened his door, groaning slightly. "Ow, ow. Ow."

“What’s wrong?” Lorreth asked the question more out of politeness than actual concern, but hid it well.

"Eh," he grunted, standing up with another "Ow."
"I used up too much energy. The magic takes a lot outta me."

“Oh. That sucks. Hope you recover.” Lorreth said that somewhat awkwardly. Cliff got out of the car and slipped his hand into Lorreth’s.

He limped his way over to the main entrance, waiting by the door for the group.
"C'mon, we're just wasting time, and I'm tired as all hell."

Lorreth, Gregory, and Cliff followed behind, Cliff bouncing along like the child he was.

Baylee contemplated holding the door open, but he really didn't feel like it, so he just walked in and began conversating with the receptionist for 2 rooms.

Lorreth walked in behind Baylee, Gregory and Cliff following hand-in-hand. Lorreth took out a dagger and began examining the blade boredly.

He reluctantly forked over a credit card, then turned around. "We got two rooms. Each one had too beds, so who's bunking with who?"

“Cliff, you stay with Gregory, I’m with Baylee,” Lorreth immediately responded, with a tone that didn’t invite argument.

I should've chosen, he thought to himself as he tossed them a key-card. "Don't stay up too late," he joked weakly.

Gregory walked off with Cliff, obviously relieved that Lorreth hadn’t decided to stay with him, and grinned at Baylee, whispering to him as he passed.
“Good luck with her. And please don’t make her mad, she’s the worst when she’s passive aggressive.” Lorreth smirked at Baylee once Gregory and Cliff had disappeared.

He rolled his eyes, then studied the keycard. "Room 8B," he read aloud. "Second floor."

Lorreth nodded, and sauntered calmly toward the elevator, a grin plastered onto her face.

A bleak look was on Baylee's as he followed her, stepping inside of the elevator and pressing the '2' button.

Lorreth leaned against the wall of the elevator, grinning widely in contrast to Baylee’s glum look.

The elevator's doors closed, and after a few moments they were on the second floor standing in front of room 8B. He looked down at the keycard and took a deep breath, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

Lorreth immediately jumped on a bed, stretching out her arms and legs with her face pressed into a pillow, like a starfish.

Baylee sat down on the other one with a grunt, a hand going to his side.

“I haven’t slept in a bed this comfortable in weeks,” said Lorreth, her voice slightly muffled by the pillows.

"Your welcome," he said, kicking off his shoes and pulling his legs onto the bed.

Lorreth sat up and then stood reluctantly, unstrapping her belt and four dagger sheaths, putting them on a table. She removed her boots, leaving them under the table, and then lay on the same bed as Baylee.

"Seems like an excessive amount of blades," he said, scooting over so she'd have space.

“Not when you have to throw them. You can never have to many blades.” Lorreth scooted near Baylee.

"I through throwing knives were supposed to be smaller than that?" Fuck, she really doesn't give up. And even if I wanted to, I'm hurting too bad.