[Yes random strangers, the bird is clingy and needs to be loved, have you never had a bird before because they need constant attention—
Well, Ain is clingier than the average pet in general. Like, dog-pets are clingy, but Ain one-ups that. If Vash wanted something aloof he would've left Ain on the street corner where he was standing and gotten a snake... but he didn't.
He can imagine people's thoughts are racing. Vash looks Too Nice to reasonably be expected to make his bird sleep on the floor, so... likely it's either "they must be very poor" or "hmmmm (suspicious)" in their heads. Regardless, they pay, and the girl at the counter just... has seen Too Much this 7am, and probably does not Care what happens. This guy wants to cuddle his bird whatever here's your key your room is on the third story because your bird likes to look at the sky or whatever have a good day. Siiiip.
Someone get this girl a five-hour energy.
Ain makes sure to beam, all too friendly, at the people going "????" in the lobby at them. Good morning to you, too.
The room is, expectedly, small. They said they wanted a small room, so that's what they're getting — a log cabin-style room that's big enough for them to set their bag down and nothing else, with approximately one bedside table with a dingy lamp on it, and a small bathroom off to the side. The shower is a standing shower, which means no birdbath hours (womp womp) but at least there's a sliding glass door so when Ain inevitably starts splashing he doesn't... soak the entire fucking bathroom. He's pretty sure he caused water damage at the last place. Fuck 'em.
The bed itself is also big enough for two, technically; neither of them are really small, but it's not like they can't squeeze in. Queen or king-sized beds are unnecessary because Ain snuggles in so close anyway. Like, no matter what, they're gonna be on the edge of the bed.
First order of business after getting his shoes off and leaving them by the door? Flopping facefirst into bed. Bye.]
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Well, Ain is clingier than the average pet in general. Like, dog-pets are clingy, but Ain one-ups that. If Vash wanted something aloof he would've left Ain on the street corner where he was standing and gotten a snake... but he didn't.
He can imagine people's thoughts are racing. Vash looks Too Nice to reasonably be expected to make his bird sleep on the floor, so... likely it's either "they must be very poor" or "hmmmm (suspicious)" in their heads. Regardless, they pay, and the girl at the counter just... has seen Too Much this 7am, and probably does not Care what happens. This guy wants to cuddle his bird whatever here's your key your room is on the third story because your bird likes to look at the sky or whatever have a good day. Siiiip.
Someone get this girl a five-hour energy.
Ain makes sure to beam, all too friendly, at the people going "????" in the lobby at them. Good morning to you, too.
The room is, expectedly, small. They said they wanted a small room, so that's what they're getting — a log cabin-style room that's big enough for them to set their bag down and nothing else, with approximately one bedside table with a dingy lamp on it, and a small bathroom off to the side. The shower is a standing shower, which means no birdbath hours (womp womp) but at least there's a sliding glass door so when Ain inevitably starts splashing he doesn't... soak the entire fucking bathroom. He's pretty sure he caused water damage at the last place. Fuck 'em.
The bed itself is also big enough for two, technically; neither of them are really small, but it's not like they can't squeeze in. Queen or king-sized beds are unnecessary because Ain snuggles in so close anyway. Like, no matter what, they're gonna be on the edge of the bed.
First order of business after getting his shoes off and leaving them by the door? Flopping facefirst into bed. Bye.]