["He likes to be tall" yes he's already 6 feet tall but he can be taller, don't worry about this, random stranger. And also wow catch Ain making happy trilling noises at being called pretty. He knows he's pretty but also give him more compliments pls—]
Haha, so far. It seems like a nice little town. [Some little kids are very entertained by the giant bird on Vash's shoulder.] I think... we'll have enough money to actually pay for a room, too.
[They can get the cheapest one, small and with just a single-person bed, and that should be fine enough. Then with the remaining money they can get food and... figure it out from there, he supposes. He thinks they might have enough spare change left to get a couple half-decent meals, but then again, the whole money thing is just Not his area.
As they approach the inn itself, it looks rustic — a big log-cabin type of structure — and Ain has to climb down from Vash's shoulder to actually fit through the door without clonking his head on the wall. Inside is equally rustic-looking, with a (hopefully fake) bear rug in front of a probably-fake-but-still-warm fireplace and sitting between two couches very far apart. A small little place. Probably only a few rooms here, but they're out in the boonies, so Ain doesn't expect anything large.
The girl at the front desk is sipping on coffee when they approach, bags under her eyes and the general look of someone who literally rolled out of bed five minutes ago on her face.
Ain, choosing now to be anti-social, looks at Vash like :3c and nudges him forward by the shoulders. YOU do the bartering-thing. Ain fucking can't.]
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Haha, so far. It seems like a nice little town. [Some little kids are very entertained by the giant bird on Vash's shoulder.] I think... we'll have enough money to actually pay for a room, too.
[They can get the cheapest one, small and with just a single-person bed, and that should be fine enough. Then with the remaining money they can get food and... figure it out from there, he supposes. He thinks they might have enough spare change left to get a couple half-decent meals, but then again, the whole money thing is just Not his area.
As they approach the inn itself, it looks rustic — a big log-cabin type of structure — and Ain has to climb down from Vash's shoulder to actually fit through the door without clonking his head on the wall. Inside is equally rustic-looking, with a (hopefully fake) bear rug in front of a probably-fake-but-still-warm fireplace and sitting between two couches very far apart. A small little place. Probably only a few rooms here, but they're out in the boonies, so Ain doesn't expect anything large.
The girl at the front desk is sipping on coffee when they approach, bags under her eyes and the general look of someone who literally rolled out of bed five minutes ago on her face.
Ain, choosing now to be anti-social, looks at Vash like :3c and nudges him forward by the shoulders. YOU do the bartering-thing. Ain fucking can't.]