[Mayoi is very patient. This is good, he was thinking he might have to ask the receptionist for Ryan's room. It's nice he's still somewhat present enough to think to hand him the key.]
[Mayoi takes the key for a moment and looks at it in his hands, scans the number, and frowns. It is awfully trusting. There is a lot a seedy, terrible person could do with this kind of information, and for a surprised moment, Mayoi realizes his thoughts are spiraling in a really unsettling direction. He takes a deep breath and banishes them, turning to look at the clerk.]
A-Ah... pardon me. Could ...could you send up a pitcher of drinking water and perhaps a pot for hot tea...? To ...to this room.
[Mayoi gets a weird automatic response, but it sounds enough like an affirmation that Mayoi is satisfied and he will then hesitantly hold his hand out for him to take.]
Ryan-san ...we do not have much further to go, will you allow me to help you the rest of the way...? If you'd rather not have me accompany you any longer, I understand.
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[Mayoi takes the key for a moment and looks at it in his hands, scans the number, and frowns. It is awfully trusting. There is a lot a seedy, terrible person could do with this kind of information, and for a surprised moment, Mayoi realizes his thoughts are spiraling in a really unsettling direction. He takes a deep breath and banishes them, turning to look at the clerk.]
A-Ah... pardon me. Could ...could you send up a pitcher of drinking water and perhaps a pot for hot tea...? To ...to this room.
[Mayoi gets a weird automatic response, but it sounds enough like an affirmation that Mayoi is satisfied and he will then hesitantly hold his hand out for him to take.]
Ryan-san ...we do not have much further to go, will you allow me to help you the rest of the way...? If you'd rather not have me accompany you any longer, I understand.