[He...can't tell if Ouma is talking about fancier hotel rooms in general or specifically ones in places like this. It's almost definitely a lie either way, but he doesn't even want to comment on it for fear of drawing that topic out. Just thinking about it feels inappropriate. He is absolutely not gonna entertain the thought of Ouma visiting tons of love hotels, nope.
At least he's already kind of a flustered mess just being in here. It's probably harder to notice any additional flustering getting piled on top.
The door at the end of the hall is absurding intimidating for being what it is, bright red and outlined with a gaudy doorframe of heart shapes and gold paint. His arm feels cold suddenly, finally released from Ouma's grip, but that's fine because he really didn't need the added embarassment of someone hanging off his arm in a love hotel on top of everything else. Gripping the key tight, Shuichi just nods and marches forward down the hall to face it. Ouma will doubtlessly follow anyway.
There's indeed no card reader, but there sure is a keyhole, big and old-fashioned looking and set rather prominently in the door. The key slides into it all too easily, not even a hint of struggle in turning it to give him any hope that maybe it really doesn't match this door. Shuichi draws a breath, sets his jaw, and pushes the door open.
The room beyond is...something, to say the least. Far too red and ostentatiously decorated, heavily draped in sheer curtains. One side of the room seems like a bathing area, though the tub set against the wall is much bigger than necessary. Shuichi manages only a glance at the other side of the room before he's immediately averting his gaze, face furiously red.
Unfortunately, the only other thing to look at is the large bed functioning as the room's centerpiece, headboard framed by a giant heart and the whole thing set on a pedestal with a goddamn carousel horse circling it. Jesus.]
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At least he's already kind of a flustered mess just being in here. It's probably harder to notice any additional flustering getting piled on top.
The door at the end of the hall is absurding intimidating for being what it is, bright red and outlined with a gaudy doorframe of heart shapes and gold paint. His arm feels cold suddenly, finally released from Ouma's grip, but that's fine because he really didn't need the added embarassment of someone hanging off his arm in a love hotel on top of everything else. Gripping the key tight, Shuichi just nods and marches forward down the hall to face it. Ouma will doubtlessly follow anyway.
There's indeed no card reader, but there sure is a keyhole, big and old-fashioned looking and set rather prominently in the door. The key slides into it all too easily, not even a hint of struggle in turning it to give him any hope that maybe it really doesn't match this door. Shuichi draws a breath, sets his jaw, and pushes the door open.
The room beyond is...something, to say the least. Far too red and ostentatiously decorated, heavily draped in sheer curtains. One side of the room seems like a bathing area, though the tub set against the wall is much bigger than necessary. Shuichi manages only a glance at the other side of the room before he's immediately averting his gaze, face furiously red.
Unfortunately, the only other thing to look at is the large bed functioning as the room's centerpiece, headboard framed by a giant heart and the whole thing set on a pedestal with a goddamn carousel horse circling it. Jesus.]
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