It would be more impressive if you'd named it before you looked... [Natori mutters to himself, even though he knows that Matoba is probably telling the truth about having guessed. Not that Natori knows anything about what might entice one suit over the other; maybe if he acts ignorant enough about it Matoba will enlighten him to rub it in. Or he could avoid giving Matoba the satisfaction and find someone else to share some theories... even if chances are that they won't look at it in quite the same way that he and Matoba would.
Their perspectives may differ, but they were still closer to each other than they were to the average person.
Anyway, he can take that hint. He sighs, then gets the door.
His room is warded, thanks... though Matoba can see that it's been done in a somewhat jerryrigged fashion. The talismans positioned on the walls look suspiciously like they were made from pages torn out of a cheap paperback romance novel (Natori received three copies of something called The Time I, An Introverted Receptionist At A Luxury Hotel, Saw My Movie Star Guest Changing?! and gladly sacrificed it to secure his room) and written out with eyeliner. There's also barely any room to navigate, even moreso than most rank 3 rooms; the small amount of walking space available is taken up by piles of books and clothes that Natori cherry-picked out of present mountain, and it's still already spilling over onto his small bed. Natori sits on it, because it's not like there's anywhere else to go.]
If you're going to complain about it, you could get me some real supplies.
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Their perspectives may differ, but they were still closer to each other than they were to the average person.
Anyway, he can take that hint. He sighs, then gets the door.
His room is warded, thanks... though Matoba can see that it's been done in a somewhat jerryrigged fashion. The talismans positioned on the walls look suspiciously like they were made from pages torn out of a cheap paperback romance novel (Natori received three copies of something called The Time I, An Introverted Receptionist At A Luxury Hotel, Saw My Movie Star Guest Changing?! and gladly sacrificed it to secure his room) and written out with eyeliner. There's also barely any room to navigate, even moreso than most rank 3 rooms; the small amount of walking space available is taken up by piles of books and clothes that Natori cherry-picked out of present mountain, and it's still already spilling over onto his small bed. Natori sits on it, because it's not like there's anywhere else to go.]
If you're going to complain about it, you could get me some real supplies.