— lobby.

Casually plonks myself down into a couch, staring up at the lobby's ceiling, right now she did not have any care in the world, so she filled it up with mindless entertainment. Looking at the staff she snorted a little, occasionally throwing paper balls at them, aiming for their heads but most of the time she successfully fails. "Damn it! Do you think one day, I can hit them? But also if I become the longest residence, you think I could live here, rent free?" She goes silent, going into deep thought.

Wood crackled in the fireplace. With a spike, Mingue poked at flames to help it grow hotter. Now inside, he was free to take off his overcoat, folding it neatly onto the couch facing the fireplace. It was going to be winter soon, and following that would be the first snow. Mingue looked outside the window to see the dark night illuminated by street lights. "I hope it doesn't get too cold tonight," He muttered as he broke his gaze, grabbing a match to light up autumn-scented candles at the check-in counter. The scent of apple cider and cinnamon filled the room with the smell of burning firewood as Mingue made himself comfortable behind the counter, snuggling up in his black turtleneck with a copy of The Bear and the Nightingale in his hands, flipping through the pages through the quiet night.

— open!