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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[ 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... ]