Welcome to the NOT hotel California. [Complete!]

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Character(s): Misha, Danny
Content: After meeting at Vanaheim, the Angel and the Ghost go to find a place to stay before looking for the mysterious Timon.
Setting: Actua Are f3
Time: Noonish
Warnings: Nothing as of yet.



The hotel was really something. It was lavish and decorative, full of paintings and pretty indoor plants. It was once Danny had walked up to the front desk did he realize he forgot one very important thing.

He had absolutly NO money.

It suddenly occured to him that there was no way that he wasn't sleeping in a box outside tonight. He looked at Misha who was standing beside him. He wondered for a moment if she had any money. Then he mentally slapped himself for thinking he was gonna make a girl pay his way in. That was seriously not cool.

He dug his hands around in his pocket for any spare change. All he found was a rumpled aqua hair ribbon and a note. He looked at it hard for a moment and put it back in his pocket. He let out a sigh.

Well... maybe the box will be comfortable?

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"Okay'su," Misha answered, not seeming to notice his reaction to her innocent invitation. "That's a good idea'su," she added. "I'll see you later'su, Danny-kun!"

Once he'd gone, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Suddenly it was very quiet, and she couldn't hear anything from either the adjoining rooms or outside. She went to the window and opened it, but there were no birds (which was strange, they'd always found her window before).

She returned to the bed, climbed up onto it, and put her head on the pillow, but she didn't feel tired. What was she supposed to do now? Usually at this time of day, she'd been watching Shia-chan clean and trying and failing to help.

But the room was already spotless.

"It's too quiet'su," she sighed. But there was really nothing to do until Danny came back after his nap.

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Danny made his way back to his room. He put his hand on the doorknob and slightly groaned when he realised this was an autolocking door. He dug out his key and opened the door.

The moment he was within inches of his bad he dropped. He didn't even bother with the covers. He hugged on of the pillows that his head rested on and clenched his eyes shut.

This had been far to much for him to deal with in one day. His parents were dead, he friends were dead, all to his doing. He was lost in a foriegn city, with no inkling as to how he got there. The only consolation, was the girl he had met here, who's hankerchief he still held in his pants pocket, next to his sisters hair ribbon.

He felt like crying again, and was sure a tear leaked out and fell down his cheek before exaustion completly won, and he fell asleep.