Le Grande Hotel de l'Amour (hotel of love) {Open//accepting!

[Silent Snowflake Storm]

A smile crept up on her face as he agreed to help get a spare key to her room that resided on te same floor. "Great," she began to pat her hair down because she was sure that it was messy everywhere, the way she tossed and turned in that chair probably made her hair stick up on ends and form a lot of wrinkles. 'I just... need my keys,' she heard him state with a slightly confused look on his face. 'He doesn't remember?' She furrowed her eyebrows and walked over to the ground where his jacket was laid out on the ground unneatly. Picking it up she glanced at James and put her hand into the jacket pocket, soon she pulled out a ring of keys that jingled as they moved through the air. "Here," she said and went over to him by the night stand, her hand outstretched slightly to hand over the keys that probably opened almost all the doors in the hotel. The next question made her eyebrows furrow in more for a fraction of a second as he asked if anyone got hurt. "What...," She said out loud and sat his jacket on the end of the bed where James previously sat before picking up the bow of band aids. It was quite clear now that he remembered nothing, and hopefully it could stay that way for awhile. With a shy smile she pulled some hair next to her face to conceal where the band aid was on her neck. She continued to pat it and run her fingers through it as normal. "Not that I know of," she lied and smiled a phony smile that actually looked convincing. "Maybe the maids moved the box on you or something," she chuckled and moved towards the doorway wanting to get a move on. "Are you going to be busy today?" she asked changing the subject to an even more depressing one for James, working.

[Semmiford James Hudson]

「〈Tomorrow is just...〉」

With the jingle of his keys, James watched as Rosetta had made her way over to him, holding out the keys for his taking. With the keys came a slight feeling of relief, having the know that he now could actually get anywhere he wanted in this hotel if he needed to do so. Though this girl had began with saying 'what', as if she didn't hear him. Though he didn't want to question her intelligence by asking her the question again, as if she was a small child that hadn't passed kindergarten. Though as she slightly shifted her hair, she reassured him that she didn't know of anyone getting hurt, and that perhaps the maids had brought it over. Slightly raising an eyebrow, he looked down to the box as Rosetta had began on her way to the door. "I suppose so," He said with a shrug, turning to place the box back where it was. If the maids had taken it out, he would put it away when he next came to his room. Pushing his arms out to stretch their stiff feeling, James let out another small yawn, looking at the jingling keys ahead of him that were held by his right hand, hanging in the air. Though the sound of Rosetta's voice again traveled to him, and he turned his head to listen. As he was taught, better communication resulted in better knowing, and to have better communication, eye contact was supposed to be made for the feeling that you were actually listening with the intent to know what they are talking about. With a small smile, he shook his head to her question. Of course, he never really knew what days he was going to be busy and which he was going to have nothing to do, it all depended on how well things moved. "Not that I know of," He told the girl, sticking his hands in his pockets as the right had silenced the jingling sound of the keys. Making his way over, he came to the girl and wrapped his hand around the door knob, opening it for the two. Outside, in the lobby, the sight of the place being lit by the sun ahead had made things look rather beautiful, a sight that he never would pass down. "Let's get a move on then," He said, knowing that Rosetta was probably impatient on getting her room key, being able to wash off, or whatever she was planning. Honestly he wished he had time to change from his old clothes, though her problem had ranked higher than his own at that moment. Holding the door open for the woman, he looked to her, wondering why she was asking if he would have been busy later. Of course he would enjoy spending a bit of time with her, though he hadn't known how to ask her of such a thing, knowing that she might have had her own life to get to. Though a simple breakfast couldn't have taken too much time, could it have? "Would you like to... stop by the cafe to grab some breakfast later?" He asked, slightly nervous, though determined enough to not let it show.

「〈Another 24 hours of fun〉」