[ she hums as she takes another sip, now fully taking in the dimly lit lounge with a deep breath. there are plenty of jazz bars in this resort, but one has to be hard-pressed in finding one that isn't overtly sexual like all the rest. the atmosphere here is not unlike the bars she used to frequent after work, drowning her sorrows all the while.
but she's not going that here. not in front of him, at least. ]
I figured. It's not too late to make this into a full-time job instead of sticking to the conning gig, you know.
Oh? Open up a night club for the other resort guests in this borrowed suite? Do you suppose the resort would allow such a thing?
[ He teases at the possibility, but it's definitely something he's hard considering now. With the flexibility in design offered to those in the King rank, it'd be easy enough to make sure that guests stayed only within certain areas and the rest of the suite would remain blocked off for his own comfort. Supplying the bar was also easy enough, staffing it however... ]
[ Ishmael can probably see the logistics being run through Kleken's head right now as he smiles back at her. ]
Why not? You'll still be entertaining guests either way. Though it'd be better to pitch it as a hobby to your peers more than a source of income if that's what you're worried about.
[ don't mind her, she's just encouraging him. not that kleken needed it anyway. she can practically hear the cogs turn in that cunning little brain of his.
she'll leave that idea to him. for now, she drains the rest of her drink in one go before hopping off the barstool. ]
Anyway, shall we continue the tour? There's a lot to cover in this kind of suite, I bet.
[ More like entertain himself with his guests, but semantics. The idea is most certainly taking hold though, settling into his mind and those of several tentacles, working through more details in the background while he fixes his eye on one key component to his plans. ]
[ Even though she doesn't know it yet. ]
Of course. Is there a sort of room you'd be interested in seeing? I'm certain we could find it.
What joy is there in a place that isn't shared with others?
[ Okay that's a straight lie, there's plenty of joy Kleken finds in having his alone time, but there's equally as much unspoken loneliness in such a huge space. There's also only so many recreations of his home he can make before he runs out of ideas, and most of those spaces lack the people filling them to make them feel properly like home. ]
[ So spaces to lure in associates here was a much better use of his free space. ]
[ she can only offer a shrug as an answer. she's used to loneliness, a single buoy floating in the endless waters. but she would've gone crazy if she were to have a massive suite like this too, so she understands his sentiment to an extent. ]
Well, that much is true.
[ she then tilts her head curiously at him, as a sudden plan hatched in her brain. ]
Is this the part where you're going to ask me to stay the night?
[ His gaze shifts back over to meet hers, eyes unreadable as he considers her question before smiling in an almost sheepish manner. Too smoothly to be real. ]
Ah, so you've caught on to my plans?
[ He'd honestly had zero plans made, other than wanting to show off his new suite to her. His plans in the resort were rarely formulated past a certain point anyway, and this time isn't any different. ]
Lucky guess. I still don't get why you went all this way to drag me here kicking and screaming, though.
[ well, she knows by now that trying to understand the inner machinations of the tentacled man before her is a futile effort, so she's going to stop dwelling on it for now. because surely he has other peers to bug apart from her? should she be flattered that he thought of her in the first place?
whatever. she shakes her head to stop herself from overthink and stretches her arms up with a yawn. ]
Does that mean you have other bedrooms here apart from your own?
[ That, of all things, sounds like an honest question from Kleken. An almost earnest one, even. As if he'd gone through all of this ridiculousness she'd been forced to endure was simply a matter of Kleken trying to provide an enjoyable moment of entertainment for her. And who knew, that could be the case after all. This octoman works in mysterious ways, after all. ]
I could hardly call myself a host if I didn't have some sort of guest room.
[ That's also true, look at Kleken, two for two. That specific mentality is thanks to his gentlemanly ideals, that any person looking to host must have a place worth hosting in. The Istvan Gang had upheld that ideal, and he would do the same even away from them. ]
More like a hassle. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the least bit interested in what face-card suites have to offer...
[ she'd only had a peek of the queen suites months ago, but already she can tell that there are differences between a queen and a king. it's unlikely that kleken has explored this suite in its entirety yet too, so it'd make sense for him to snag a buddy so as not to get lost. or not feel too lonely in such a massive space, or something.
but doesn't that mean he'll sleep in his own bedroom by himself...? ]
True. Can I go see? Or do I get to pick? Oh, and what about clothes? You can't expect me to go all the way down just to go get changed for the night, right?
[ He's done more than hear; Kleken's been associated with a couple of other resort guests of king rank and has been making himself at home in their suites for a while now. That's the real reason behind his confidence in moving around the suite, escorting Ishmael down a seemingly random hallway. ]
I'm afraid I don't have many set up yet, so you'll have to satisfy yourself with the one.
[ He guides her over to what is clearly a guest room with Parisian taste with a balcony that overlooks an ocean at night, a desk and chair, and a standing wardrobe. ]
[ For reference Kleken has no idea what Parisian is- ]
There are clothes of varying sizes in the wardrobe, I'm quite sure there will be something of your size. If there's nothing to your tastes, however, we could make an order.
[ don't worry, she doesn't know what parisian is either. but she can tell how lavish this particular room was, most particularly the scenic view from the balcony and the fluffiest bed she's ever seen in her life. ]
N-No need to make an order. Really.
[ she sits on the edge of the bed, taking it all in. ]
Does this mean you'll be sleeping alone in your room tonight?
[ See what a gracious host he is, even though the entire process to this point was probably painful and annoying for Ishmael? At least the room is nice, and Kleken approves of the appearance of it. It doesn't suit her perfectly, he'd have to adjust some aspects to it if he wanted that, but he does like it. ]
I suppose I must. Unless you think you'll find yourself lonely tonight.
[ it sure was an arduous journey to get here, so she's going to take full advantage of it as much as she can before he decides to kick her out or something. ]
You could always sleep in your master bedroom at any time you like. But when will you ever have the chance to spend the night in these smaller rooms again? Especially with a special guest at that.
[ the bed is comfier with two people, just saying. it's a flimsy excuse, she knows, but... ]
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but she's not going that here. not in front of him, at least. ]
I figured. It's not too late to make this into a full-time job instead of sticking to the conning gig, you know.
[ she jests. probably. ]
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[ He teases at the possibility, but it's definitely something he's hard considering now. With the flexibility in design offered to those in the King rank, it'd be easy enough to make sure that guests stayed only within certain areas and the rest of the suite would remain blocked off for his own comfort. Supplying the bar was also easy enough, staffing it however... ]
[ Ishmael can probably see the logistics being run through Kleken's head right now as he smiles back at her. ]
That would be a rather entertaining concept.
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[ don't mind her, she's just encouraging him. not that kleken needed it anyway. she can practically hear the cogs turn in that cunning little brain of his.
she'll leave that idea to him. for now, she drains the rest of her drink in one go before hopping off the barstool. ]
Anyway, shall we continue the tour? There's a lot to cover in this kind of suite, I bet.
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[ More like entertain himself with his guests, but semantics. The idea is most certainly taking hold though, settling into his mind and those of several tentacles, working through more details in the background while he fixes his eye on one key component to his plans. ]
[ Even though she doesn't know it yet. ]
Of course. Is there a sort of room you'd be interested in seeing? I'm certain we could find it.
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[ why is she asking for very watery rooms... ]
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There could be, if you give me time to have them created.
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Take your time, I guess. But you really don't have to take up my suggestions. It's your place at the end of the day.
[ until he gets demoted, that is. ]
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[ Okay that's a straight lie, there's plenty of joy Kleken finds in having his alone time, but there's equally as much unspoken loneliness in such a huge space. There's also only so many recreations of his home he can make before he runs out of ideas, and most of those spaces lack the people filling them to make them feel properly like home. ]
[ So spaces to lure in associates here was a much better use of his free space. ]
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Well, that much is true.
[ she then tilts her head curiously at him, as a sudden plan hatched in her brain. ]
Is this the part where you're going to ask me to stay the night?
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Ah, so you've caught on to my plans?
[ He'd honestly had zero plans made, other than wanting to show off his new suite to her. His plans in the resort were rarely formulated past a certain point anyway, and this time isn't any different. ]
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[ well, she knows by now that trying to understand the inner machinations of the tentacled man before her is a futile effort, so she's going to stop dwelling on it for now. because surely he has other peers to bug apart from her? should she be flattered that he thought of her in the first place?
whatever. she shakes her head to stop herself from overthink and stretches her arms up with a yawn. ]
Does that mean you have other bedrooms here apart from your own?
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[ That, of all things, sounds like an honest question from Kleken. An almost earnest one, even. As if he'd gone through all of this ridiculousness she'd been forced to endure was simply a matter of Kleken trying to provide an enjoyable moment of entertainment for her. And who knew, that could be the case after all. This octoman works in mysterious ways, after all. ]
I could hardly call myself a host if I didn't have some sort of guest room.
[ That's also true, look at Kleken, two for two. That specific mentality is thanks to his gentlemanly ideals, that any person looking to host must have a place worth hosting in. The Istvan Gang had upheld that ideal, and he would do the same even away from them. ]
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[ she'd only had a peek of the queen suites months ago, but already she can tell that there are differences between a queen and a king. it's unlikely that kleken has explored this suite in its entirety yet too, so it'd make sense for him to snag a buddy so as not to get lost. or not feel too lonely in such a massive space, or something.
but doesn't that mean he'll sleep in his own bedroom by himself...? ]
True. Can I go see? Or do I get to pick? Oh, and what about clothes? You can't expect me to go all the way down just to go get changed for the night, right?
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[ He's done more than hear; Kleken's been associated with a couple of other resort guests of king rank and has been making himself at home in their suites for a while now. That's the real reason behind his confidence in moving around the suite, escorting Ishmael down a seemingly random hallway. ]
I'm afraid I don't have many set up yet, so you'll have to satisfy yourself with the one.
[ He guides her over to what is clearly a guest room with Parisian taste with a balcony that overlooks an ocean at night, a desk and chair, and a standing wardrobe. ]
[ For reference Kleken has no idea what Parisian is- ]
There are clothes of varying sizes in the wardrobe, I'm quite sure there will be something of your size. If there's nothing to your tastes, however, we could make an order.
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N-No need to make an order. Really.
[ she sits on the edge of the bed, taking it all in. ]
Does this mean you'll be sleeping alone in your room tonight?
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[ See what a gracious host he is, even though the entire process to this point was probably painful and annoying for Ishmael? At least the room is nice, and Kleken approves of the appearance of it. It doesn't suit her perfectly, he'd have to adjust some aspects to it if he wanted that, but he does like it. ]
I suppose I must. Unless you think you'll find yourself lonely tonight.
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You could always sleep in your master bedroom at any time you like. But when will you ever have the chance to spend the night in these smaller rooms again? Especially with a special guest at that.
[ the bed is comfier with two people, just saying. it's a flimsy excuse, she knows, but... ]