BEAN

     Nahoa layed down as well, staring up at the ceiling with his arms folded over his stomach. “A water park?” What on Earth was that…A park that was recently flooded perhaps? He pulled the blanket up more to his chest and yawned, eyes starting to feel heavy despite wanting to hear what Sascha had to say.

     "Yeah, uh…" How was he supposed to explain a water park? It was just… a water park. "It’s got fun rides you go on, most of them involving water. Like log rides and water slides and, like, rafting." He settled into the bed and closed his eyes, trying to relax, but it was a little difficult with the dragon beside him. "They’re fun."

     It was hard to imagine a place like this, he definitely had to see it for himself. "I'd like to go there as well, it sounds entertaining." Nahoa enjoyed the water very much, getting on these rides sounded like his cup of tea. "But for now let's rest." He flipped onto his side and exhaled a slow breath, closing his eyes to drift off finally.

    "I’ll need to see if I can get one for my castle, i’m sure my servants would enjoy it very much." The last bit of steak went down his throat smoothly then he set the container aside, ears up and ready to listen to whatever Sascha had to say. "Tell me, what other interesting things does your city have to offer? I’d like to experience them all" It was obvious by his genuine smile how serious and excited he was about this.

     Nahoa layed down as well, staring up at the ceiling with his arms folded over his stomach. "A water park?" What on Earth was that...A park that was recently flooded perhaps? He pulled the blanket up more to his chest and yawned, eyes starting to feel heavy despite wanting to hear what Sascha had to say.

     "Interesting, I never would have thought something like that existed!" He opened the door to the room for Sascha, following close after and putting the do not disturb sign on the door. He always hated it when he was disturbed in the morning by the maids. He sat back down on the bed to continue eating, watching Sascha do what he needed with the ice. "Does every building have ice machines without the refrigerator?"

     Sascha placed the ice bucket down on top of the dresser, then scooped some of the ice out using a paper cup. “Yeah. I mean, they aren’t all as nice as that one, but yes. That’s how the guests get ice.” He carried the cup over to the sink, getting himself some water. “Everybody needs ice.”

    "I'll need to see if I can get one for my castle, i'm sure my servants would enjoy it very much." The last bit of steak went down his throat smoothly then he set the container aside, ears up and ready to listen to whatever Sascha had to say. "Tell me, what other interesting things does your city have to offer? I'd like to experience them all" It was obvious by his genuine smile how serious and excited he was about this.

     Nahoa held the lid with both hands, watching curiously as Sascha held the empty bucket under the opening in the wall and pressed the button. There wasn’t a freak out but there was a flinch and head tilt. “Where does it come from where’s the rest of the refrigerator?” He leaned in close, bits of ice flying onto his cheeks and melting instantly. A large excited smile appeared on his face as he looked between the bucket and Sascha, waiting for an answer. Perhaps the wall was charmed as well?

     "It’s not a refrigerator, it’s just an ice machine." Sascha filled up the bucket and took the lid from Nahoa, replacing it over the ice. "It’s like if you took the ice machine part of a fridge, made it bigger, and built it into a wall," he told him as they walked back to the room. That was really the best way he could explain it.

     "Interesting, I never would have thought something like that existed!" He opened the door to the room for Sascha, following close after and putting the do not disturb sign on the door. He always hated it when he was disturbed in the morning by the maids. He sat back down on the bed to continue eating, watching Sascha do what he needed with the ice. "Does every building have ice machines without the refrigerator?"

     Nahoa could feel his heartbeat all the way up to his throat, the closer Sascha became the louder and harder it beat. He couldn’t help but lean his body towards him a bit more, this kind of contact wasn’t something he was used to, but was definitely something he’d like to feel more. “Yes many of my servants are very skilled in the culinary arts! Nothing i’ve ever tasted can compare to the food they so graciously provide me with.” He could ask for anything and they’d make it, rare ingredients didn’t matter as long as they had the means and the resources they needed it would be done.

     Nahoa held the lid with both hands, watching curiously as Sascha held the empty bucket under the opening in the wall and pressed the button. There wasn't a freak out but there was a flinch and head tilt. "Where does it come from where's the rest of the refrigerator?" He leaned in close, bits of ice flying onto his cheeks and melting instantly. A large excited smile appeared on his face as he looked between the bucket and Sascha, waiting for an answer. Perhaps the wall was charmed as well?

     Nahoa didn’t like to dwell on the past, moving on was usually very easy for him. He sniffed through all of the containers until he found a few cuts of meat, then turned to Sascha to ask for his permission to eat them, they were his gift after all. “Is it alrght if I eat these? There are multiple containers of them.” He held it up and walked over to him, popping the lid off to reveal very high-quality steak cooked to perfection.

     Sascha lifted his gaze from his own container to look at what Nahoa had. He nodded. “Sure, yeah. But can I try some?” Sascha put his container away, then climbed up onto the bed. He sat very close to Nahoa’s side, looking at the food eagerly. How was all of this food so good? He took a knife to it and started to cut off a piece for himself, which he then popped into his mouth. His eyes lit up. “This is really good, too.”

     Nahoa could feel his heartbeat all the way up to his throat, the closer Sascha became the louder and harder it beat. He couldn't help but lean his body towards him a bit more, this kind of contact wasn't something he was used to, but was definitely something he'd like to feel more. "Yes many of my servants are very skilled in the culinary arts! Nothing i've ever tasted can compare to the food they so graciously provide me with." He could ask for anything and they'd make it, rare ingredients didn't matter as long as they had the means and the resources they needed it would be done.

     Nahoa’s expression turned a bit serious, and even a little sad. “Almost, it isn’t something to joke about. I care deeply for my servants.” The bag wasn’t meant to hold anything living, true it was bottomless and could hold entire populations, but they wouldn’t last very long in the plane things placed inside of it were taken to. He took a breath to calm himself a bit then ran his hand through his hair. “Alright be ready to hold the containers.” Nahoa opened the bag a bit wider and reached in, pulling out container after container of who knows what kind of food, handing each to Sascha.

     Well, Sascha certainly hadn’t intended to bring up bad memories. He assumed it hadn’t really happened before, but apparently it had… He mumbled a small apology before they moved on. As Nahoa handed him containers, Sascha sorted them into a stack of things that needed refrigerated and things that didn’t. When they were finished, he brought the former to the fridge and stocked them neatly inside. He licked his lips and a particular container of some kind of meaty, cheesy pasta and kept that one out, gathering disposable plates and forks near the fridge. He helped himself to a good portion of the pasta. “This is so good, Nahoa.”

     Nahoa didn't like to dwell on the past, moving on was usually very easy for him. He sniffed through all of the containers until he found a few cuts of meat, then turned to Sascha to ask for his permission to eat them, they were his gift after all. "Is it alrght if I eat these? There are multiple containers of them." He held it up and walked over to him, popping the lid off to reveal very high-quality steak cooked to perfection.

     Sascha laughed, not unlike an entertained child. “I’m fine. I like your bag. Have you ever lost a servant in there?” It was funny to think about, but then he got a little worried for Nahoa’s servants. He’d get them out of there, right? “We need to get the food out.”

     Nahoa's expression turned a bit serious, and even a little sad. "Almost, it isn't something to joke about. I care deeply for my servants." The bag wasn't meant to hold anything living, true it was bottomless and could hold entire populations, but they wouldn't last very long in the plane things placed inside of it were taken to. He took a breath to calm himself a bit then ran his hand through his hair. "Alright be ready to hold the containers." Nahoa opened the bag a bit wider and reached in, pulling out container after container of who knows what kind of food, handing each to Sascha.

     Nahoa flipped onto his side to watch him sleep for a moment, it was understandable that he didn’t have much stamina left. He himself however was used to staying up and roaming mountains and forests for days, though he usually slept for a week immediately after. He shrugged and pulled Sascha to his chest, wrapping his tail around him and yawning once more before finally closing his eyes to sleep.

     Nahoa tilted his head and his ears flicked a bit. “This room didn’t cost nearly THAT much..” He shrugged it off and yawned, plopping down onto the pillow next to Sascha. Why did he get so angry? “You’re welcome to use the room as much as you’d like, though I would still like to visit your home at some point.” That was part of his whole reason for coming all this way after all.

     Sascha didn’t see why Nahoa was so interested in his house, especially when he was in a place as nice as this hotel room. He didn’t particularly want Nahoa at his house, but… he supposed he could take him later, or tomorrow. Sometime when he felt like he could drag himself off of this bed. “Yeah, yeah, alright…” he mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow in his face. “I’m just gonna… stay here for a while…” As his body relaxed into the softness of the mattress, Sascha could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. It had been a long day, and he had burned a ton of calories earlier - he was exhausted.

     Nahoa flipped onto his side to watch him sleep for a moment, it was understandable that he didn't have much stamina left. He himself however was used to staying up and roaming mountains and forests for days, though he usually slept for a week immediately after. He shrugged and pulled Sascha to his chest, wrapping his tail around him and yawning once more before finally closing his eyes to sleep.

     Nahoa explored every inch of the room. Opening drawers, checking the closet, bathroom, everywhere. He sat down with his legs crossed on the bed next to Sascha, a large smile on his face. “Thank you for bringing me here, it was as nice as you promised. I’d like to leave now.” He did say SEE the room, never anything about staying the night in one. Besides, Sascha would be inviting him to stay with him at his house soon.

     Shocked, Sascha gaped at his companion. Leave? He wanted to leave?! They had just gotten there, and Nahoa had paid so much for this room… He actually became pretty angry that Nahoa was just throwing money away like that. “Hell no! If you’re not going to use this room you paid like a million dollars for, I’m going to use it.” Sascha loved staying in hotels, and although this one was very high up, he would enjoy staying here if Nahoa didn’t. He shifted to lie down on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow. Oh, this bed was so comfortable…

     Nahoa tilted his head and his ears flicked a bit. "This room didn't cost nearly THAT much.." He shrugged it off and yawned, plopping down onto the pillow next to Sascha. Why did he get so angry? "You're welcome to use the room as much as you'd like, though I would still like to visit your home at some point." That was part of his whole reason for coming all this way after all.

     The first thing that hit Nahoa from the room was the smell. A subtle sweet scent drifted through the air, coupled with the smell of fresh linens was pure bliss. He stepped inside and set his bag down on a chair, looking around and gently running his fingers over the soft fluffy comforter covering the bed, then he remembered something. “Oh! Where are these chocolate pillows you mentioned?” Nahoa hurried towards one of the pillows at the top of the bed, kind of surprised to see that it was ordinary and not entirely made of chocolate. He lifted it up then tossed it aside when he noticed the tiny piece of candy wrapped in paper with the logo of the hotel on it. “…You didn’t mention they were very small…”

     Well of course he didn’t, why would he find that important enough to mention? He shrugged and shut the door, then took a seat at the edge of the large bed - facing away from any windows - to hang around while Nahoa got settled in. The room was a really nice one, but it was certainly too high up for his tastes - and easily too expensive. He made a good amount of money as a pharmacist, but he still didn’t feel like he could afford this room.

     Nahoa explored every inch of the room. Opening drawers, checking the closet, bathroom, everywhere. He sat down with his legs crossed on the bed next to Sascha, a large smile on his face. "Thank you for bringing me here, it was as nice as you promised. I'd like to leave now." He did say SEE the room, never anything about staying the night in one. Besides, Sascha would be inviting him to stay with him at his house soon.

     Nahoa walked in and stood beside him, staring at the glowing buttons next to the door. “No what is this roo-” He cut his sentence short when the elevator suddenly jerked, sending them upward with a light hum. “What is this what’s happening?!” He gripped the golden railing tight, tight enough te dent it and his eyes darted around the room while he waiting for Sascha to answer him.

     The first thing that hit Nahoa from the room was the smell. A subtle sweet scent drifted through the air, coupled with the smell of fresh linens was pure bliss. He stepped inside and set his bag down on a chair, looking around and gently running his fingers over the soft fluffy comforter covering the bed, then he remembered something. "Oh! Where are these chocolate pillows you mentioned?" Nahoa hurried towards one of the pillows at the top of the bed, kind of surprised to see that it was ordinary and not entirely made of chocolate. He lifted it up then tossed it aside when he noticed the tiny piece of candy wrapped in paper with the logo of the hotel on it. "...You didn't mention they were very small..."

     Nahoa was starstruck by the building, he had never seen such a magnificent building and was almost too intimidated to go inside. If it wasn’t for sascha he’d still be staring up at it outside. He clutched the strap of his shoulder bag tightly, afraid to let it go. This city had so many people, it made him very uneasy, nonetheless he approached the front desk with Sascha and nodded. “Yes that would be prefferable.” Sascha could most likely tell Nahoa wasn’t exactly all there right now.

     Sascha looked at Nahoa to see if he had anything else to add, but he didn’t seem to. “Yeah, just one bed, but the nicest room you’ve got up there.” He got everything set up with the employee, had Nahoa get his money and pay, then took the room key. “Alright, come on.” He headed toward the elevator. “Have you… been in an elevator?”

     Nahoa walked in and stood beside him, staring at the glowing buttons next to the door. "No what is this roo-" He cut his sentence short when the elevator suddenly jerked, sending them upward with a light hum. "What is this what's happening?!" He gripped the golden railing tight, tight enough te dent it and his eyes darted around the room while he waiting for Sascha to answer him.

     Nahoa chuckled lightly and held up one of his paws to stop anymore gifts from coming. “If we let that happen we’d be here for ages.” The dragon thanked each of his servants for their hard work and bowed his head a bit, letting them know what needed to be taken care of while he was gone. “I believe NOW we’re ready.” He turned towards the exit again, waiting for Sascha to lead.

     Nahoa was starstruck by the building, he had never seen such a magnificent building and was almost too intimidated to go inside. If it wasn't for sascha he'd still be staring up at it outside. He clutched the strap of his shoulder bag tightly, afraid to let it go. This city had so many people, it made him very uneasy, nonetheless he approached the front desk with Sascha and nodded. "Yes that would be prefferable." Sascha could most likely tell Nahoa wasn't exactly all there right now.

     "I would be happy to carry anything for you. My servants can box them up and place them in my bag, it’s charmed there is plenty of room inside." With that sentence a few of the servants left only to return moments later with containers stacked practically over her head of food. Nahoa stood up to give them all better access to the bag around his torso and allowed them to pile things inside. "Would you like any other gifts?"

     Sascha got to his feet. He really hoped there was some good pasta in there, maybe an omelette… “Oh, well… I don’t want to be rude, I can take whatever they want to give me… I really don’t need anything else, though.” He shifted back into his feral form.

     Nahoa chuckled lightly and held up one of his paws to stop anymore gifts from coming. "If we let that happen we'd be here for ages." The dragon thanked each of his servants for their hard work and bowed his head a bit, letting them know what needed to be taken care of while he was gone. "I believe NOW we're ready." He turned towards the exit again, waiting for Sascha to lead.