Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 15:28:47 GMT -5
He smiled as he walked through the town. Well, saying "he" at this moment was a bit of a stretch, as Raphael currently resembled a twenty five year old woman. Long hair tied back into a ponytail, that had been a bitch of an ordeal, hips swaying as he went. Unfortunately, he was still new to this form, this body, and despite his confidence from having observed numerous people... Suffice it to say, he was still learning. The worst part, if he had to be honest was his chest which now swayed back and forth just a bit. He'd done his best to keep them rather average for a woman of his height. He had a new appreciation for the difficulties of women, if nothing else.
Pulling out his phone, he looked down at the text message. It had been from Frey and hadn't sounded good. She was in Karakura Town and had felt...what had happened a few days ago. Not like he didn't deserve somewhat of a beating for what had happened, but still, he felt like she might have been blowing this somewhat out of proportion... But then again he had to keep in mind what had happened to her and a hollow, she'd told him a little about it.
The hotel came into view and he almost wanted to laugh at the little scheme he'd come up with as he approached it. The inside was warmly decorated and he was surprised that she hadn't taken up in a more...lavish hotel, though he smiled regardless. When he approached the man at the desk he smiled sweetly and inquired if a woman named Freyleif had gotten a room. The man, young and clearly uncomfortable over having been disturbed from his book, or possibly it was Raphael's current appearance, fidgeted and looked through the books.
The man confirmed that a young woman named Freyleif had indeed gotten a room with them earlier that morning and asked if he should call. With a dismissive wave, Raphael simply asked what the room number was. The man attempted to tell "her" that he couldn't do that, that it was against hotel policy, but with a few seconds of probing his mind, and avoiding some areas that he didn't want to see, Raphael found the number.
"Thank you," he said, still in his disguise. "And you aren't my type." The young man looked dejected but thankfully didn't question how he'd found out. In the hotel his clothes again shifted, changing into clothes for the hotel workers and as he stepped off onto the fourth floor, he tried to contain his smile. At Room 423 he knocked on the door, while trying to contain his laughter.
"House keeping!"
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Pulling out his phone, he looked down at the text message. It had been from Frey and hadn't sounded good. She was in Karakura Town and had felt...what had happened a few days ago. Not like he didn't deserve somewhat of a beating for what had happened, but still, he felt like she might have been blowing this somewhat out of proportion... But then again he had to keep in mind what had happened to her and a hollow, she'd told him a little about it.
The hotel came into view and he almost wanted to laugh at the little scheme he'd come up with as he approached it. The inside was warmly decorated and he was surprised that she hadn't taken up in a more...lavish hotel, though he smiled regardless. When he approached the man at the desk he smiled sweetly and inquired if a woman named Freyleif had gotten a room. The man, young and clearly uncomfortable over having been disturbed from his book, or possibly it was Raphael's current appearance, fidgeted and looked through the books.
The man confirmed that a young woman named Freyleif had indeed gotten a room with them earlier that morning and asked if he should call. With a dismissive wave, Raphael simply asked what the room number was. The man attempted to tell "her" that he couldn't do that, that it was against hotel policy, but with a few seconds of probing his mind, and avoiding some areas that he didn't want to see, Raphael found the number.
"Thank you," he said, still in his disguise. "And you aren't my type." The young man looked dejected but thankfully didn't question how he'd found out. In the hotel his clothes again shifted, changing into clothes for the hotel workers and as he stepped off onto the fourth floor, he tried to contain his smile. At Room 423 he knocked on the door, while trying to contain his laughter.
"House keeping!"
Words: 453