Todaleine

[sorrow made you]

Was she seriously worried about how she looked? Toshi was more concerned with if it would heal. He pulled his hands away and scowled at her. "Just lemme see it!" He reached out again but again missed her. "Madeleine!" He snapped and growled while grabbing his bags so he could follow her into the hotel. Once inside, he threw his bags down and huffed. "Baka! Don't just go running off like that!" He stopped his complaining to look around. "Homura's got a nice setup..." He muttered and looked back to Madeleine.


"The family company that owns this hotel franchise was taken over when the wife's husband died in a train accident. She remarried and how Ginsei Homura owns it. The wife has a kid too, but I haven't heard much about him. Apparently they're...going through some family issues." He walked passed Madeleine and headed toward the front desk to check in. He spoke to the desk clerk and got two room keys. He then returned to Madeleine and held both of them out to her. "Pick one. I got conjoined rooms."

 

[Pearlholy]

She grabbed the key he held on his left hand...after she threw her arms in the air at the declaration of conjoined rooms. If they linked arms or gave each other hugs, strangers wouldn't suspect anything strange would they? Then again, they were at the hotel. Boo... Sulking, she dragged her feet to the nearest elevator, thinking back at what the rising star said. A vague sentiment of sadness sat still at the bottom on her heart as her gaze lingered on the logo of the grand hotel that was right above the receptionists' head. Wealth tore family apart--at least that's what was gathered from Toshirou's explanation. It would be racist to say she saw a pattern within the Japanese family. And even Masahiro had... a troubled past, making him without a family before "Vater" and her.


With a sudden and renewed enthousiam, she turned to Toshirou. She grabbed onto his arm and hopped on the spot. "Your family is affiliated with them, right?! It might as well be a rhetorical question; the upper-class world was relatively small. If they weren't financially chummy with one another, they would recognize each other by names. With renewed enthusiasm, Madeleine grinned to her boyfriend. "Do you think we can meet him? Is he also in your camp? Think he'd be around here?" EMURGURD, WHAT IF HE WAS? What if he was as good looking as Toshirou. Her head tilted backwards, she refused to get a nosebleed over the thought of a future band of bishies. These Asian teens were doing something right.


((Yeeh, that's right. She gonna call Masa Otosan and Boyan Vater -eagle walk on water-))