The worst thing about Staywell Manor wasn't the rain or the lack of high speed Internet-- it was the fact that it was too people-y. Urushihara looked askance at the receptionist when he was given his room number and key, as if the man had told him that he was to be sleeping in a drafty attic without even a futon to keep himself warm.
"That's so many floors up," he whined, looking vaguely as if he were going to wilt at the thought. "Are you sure we can't change the room? I'm not that good at athletic stuff..."
Warm You Up
His room number couldn't be changed, so Urushihara did what any socially awkward teen would do; he fled.
Practically, he ended up at the pub-- where it was still people-y, but at least now he had a warm drink and a dark corner to lurk in. The drink offered was a warm, spiced drink that warmed his blood with every sip... And filled him with a certain glee felt by a teenager doing something that they knew was illegal.
Urushihara took to his dark corner and leaned back, comfortable to just watch people and not even try engaging with the crowd. People approaching would find him flopped languidly in his chair as if he owned the place, and a hint of a smirk on his face.
"Man, this really is the most entertaining place in the whole town," he drawled, at ease with the buzz of alcohol. Somehow, he suspected that this was nothing compared to other things he had tried.
"Sure, there's no movies or video games... But, this is kinda nice."
Hanzo Urushihara | The Devil is a Part Timer
The worst thing about Staywell Manor wasn't the rain or the lack of high speed Internet-- it was the fact that it was too people-y. Urushihara looked askance at the receptionist when he was given his room number and key, as if the man had told him that he was to be sleeping in a drafty attic without even a futon to keep himself warm.
"That's so many floors up," he whined, looking vaguely as if he were going to wilt at the thought. "Are you sure we can't change the room? I'm not that good at athletic stuff..."
Warm You Up
His room number couldn't be changed, so Urushihara did what any socially awkward teen would do; he fled.
Practically, he ended up at the pub-- where it was still people-y, but at least now he had a warm drink and a dark corner to lurk in. The drink offered was a warm, spiced drink that warmed his blood with every sip... And filled him with a certain glee felt by a teenager doing something that they knew was illegal.
Urushihara took to his dark corner and leaned back, comfortable to just watch people and not even try engaging with the crowd. People approaching would find him flopped languidly in his chair as if he owned the place, and a hint of a smirk on his face.
"Man, this really is the most entertaining place in the whole town," he drawled, at ease with the buzz of alcohol. Somehow, he suspected that this was nothing compared to other things he had tried.
"Sure, there's no movies or video games... But, this is kinda nice."