[ prp ] hotel motel holiday inn (America & Ashton)

[lizbot]

It wasn't until she was in her rooms, the whole floor to herself and silence all around, that it truly registered that she'd left Mr. Bitterberry behind. There were no friendly bats swooping overhead, not affectionate stray to come up and say hello. No boyfriend to come and make sad, fussy noises over her. She was alone.

The feeling of well-being and satisfaction began to shiver until it fell apart enough for her to realize that she desperately did not want that to happen. Slipping toward the elevator, America nervously glanced around and then jabbed a floor at random, hoping to find some company to take the fear away.

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[Daekie]

Ashton liked her space well enough, she supposed; it'd twisted to her will, even if it felt awkward to impose her desires on inanimate objects. Aesthetically it was simple enough to do; cool greens, filigree like knives, sharp and sharp and sharp without being sharp at all -- she'd always liked design.

The plants were still fake, but they were all ferns here, fronds curling. Soft blankets were roiled into a nest on the floor. It'd been more comfortable to be mostly-human here, alone, but -- there was no shame, in sleeping as an animal. She'd be safe.

"Um," she said, very eloquently, when she heard the elevator open, poking her head out to check. "America, right...? I'm so sorry if I got your name wrong!!"

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