(( Keep your recessive genes to yourself, Mag. ))
"I would appreciate it if you kept your grubby paws to your person and not on mine." She only responded by shoving him again, keeping him a couple feet in front of her as if he was a prisoner. The man was driving her mental, and she couldn't stand him much longer, but perhaps she could just abandon him somewhere safe and leave him with the bill.
After getting a room number and key from the innkeeper, she started up the stairs, stepping on the edges so they wouldn't creak so loudly. It took her a few moments to remember the unwanted company she had in tow, and she waited until he caught up before beginning to ascend the stairs again, muttering quietly under her breath the entire time. She didn't really want him around and she didn't owe him any help, but somehow she felt guilty leaving him an intoxicated fool to be captured by them
. Though really, it wasn't entirely his safety she cared so much about. It was more the thought of him being caught, letting them have the satisfaction of taking in another one, that she couldn't stand. Beside, it was his own fault that he was ##### anyway.
Soon they made it to the room assigned, a small little door tucked at the corner of the hall. "In here," she mumbled as if it wasn't obvious, in a slightly less angry tone than the ones used before. She closed the door behind her with a loud creak, the rusted lock clicking as it slid into place.
(( Egh. I'm super tired I know it's horrible. ))
If the lamplight of connected souls points toward your heart
Can you hear a resonance stronger than words now?