Argo nodded, walking up to the large, automatic glass doors. "I don't have the most lavish room, but it certainly is nicer than some of the lower class rooms." He made a face of disgust. "You have no idea the things I've accidentally seen or walked in on."
"So then Im taking their jobs."
"No, you're helping out." He says, chuckling a little bit. "I work here too, Oliver and I shift days."
“I’m sure I could imagine a few things,” Yeon said with a chuckle. “And I bet my life that even the lower class apartments are nicer than what I’ve got.”
"Sure the rooms are nice. But most of the lower class consists of people drugged out of their minds, thieves, and people who have no general respect for other people. But that all depends on what floor you get," he said, stopping in the middle of the lobby. It was enormous, all white tile and dark blue with gold accents. "What would you like to see first? There's the cafe, the restaurants, the balcony garden," he said, listing off a few of the most popular areas
"Oh really."
Yeon’s brows were raised as he looked around, seeming impressed. “Hm, how about the balcony garden?” He suggested. He wouldn’t want to go in the restaurant or café area, as nice as it might be. He would get hungry, and he didn’t have enough money to be buying food. That was the problem, he barely ate because of his budget.
Argo smiled. "That actually happens to be my favorite part of the hotel. And it's right above my floor as well," he said, moving to walk towards the elevator
Yeon nodded slowly in understanding. “Let me guess, is your place our very last stop?” He asked with a grin.
"If you'd like it to be," Argo said, his face turning a little red again as he stepped into the elevator
“I’m cool with whenever,” Yeon said, liking the tint that came into Argo’s cheeks. He stepped into the elevator, hands stuffing loosely into the pockets of his bomber jacket.
"Balcony garden first then. It's actually rather nice this time of year. Almost everything is in bloom," Argo said as he pressed the button for the very top floor. As the elevator began to ascend, he suddenly realized something. He would have to take Yeon to the parallel to get to his room. And if his reaction to his being a demon was anything to go off of, the broken physics it would take to get there would probably cause him to freak out
Yeon hummed a vibrant tune absentmindedly as his foot tapped. He looked around the nicely spaced elevator. I wonder what Argo would do if I pushed him up against one of these walls and had my way with him, he wondered, resisting the urge to smirk to himself. He’d probably just blush, he thought, now resisting the urge to laugh.
(no he would screech 'nOT IN MY GODDAMN LOBBY' before running away and hiding in a closet. but there's also a small chance that he would use his magic to make sure they didn't have any interruptions lmao)
Argo, lost in thought as he watched the elevator ascend through the glass walls, glanced over at Yeon when he cracked a seemingly random smile. "What?" he asked
(HAHA why did that remind me of Mr.Mosby from the suite life of zack and Cody LMAO)
“Hm?” Yeon looked up at Argo at the sound of his voice. “Oh, nothing interesting. Why?”
Argo shrugged. "Just wondering, I suppose." Truth be told he was secretly worried Yeon was trying to think of anything but his current situation, but he told himself to shut up and stop worrying
Yeon continued his humming, smiling in an amused way as he looked around. His fingers tapped on his thigh, something he did when he was either excited or restless.
The elevator slowed to a stop. They seemed to be at least a hundred floors up, and Argo stepped out into an enormous, well-lit expanse of greenery. Some of the plants seemed to stretch hundreds of feet, and Argo turned to look at Yeon. "Welcome to the balcony gardens," he said, grinning widely as he did a little bow
Yeon arched a brow when Argo bowed and slowly shook his head, chuckling. He stepped a bit closer towards the plants, continuing to hum as he looked around. “Hell, this place is great!”
Argo's grin widened, and he began to walk along a dirt path. "Come on, I want to show you my favorite part!" he said excitedly, near skipping in place
James shrugs, "Like I said, it's up to you. If you want to come in tomorrow, I'll give you the tour in the morning. If you're not interested, you don't have to show up." James grabs a piece of paper and scribbles down in surprisingly neat letters, his phone number, "If you have questions, this is my number."
Sean had half a mind that the first opportunity he had he would chuck the paper but instead he pocketed it and nods, "Right…" He waves to James as he leaves.
James nods and watches as a crying Alfred and a angry Oliver return to the cafe. James raises a brow, sighing softly. "Alright. Anyways, back to work, both of you." Oliver scolds. James nods, walking into the kitchen, he'd tell Oliver in the morning.
Sean huffs, holding his arms. There was a cold breeze from down the street. He sits on a bench, looking around
(He cant aford a home on what he was getting in his old job so he doesnt even have the smallest appartment just fyi)
(KK) James was silent, it was getting late. "Hey, Ollie. Shouldn't we start heading home?" Oliver looks at the clock, "Yes, alright." He sighs softly, "Let's go then."