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“Let’s go to his room anyway. I think he’d appreciate the privacy if he gets emotional.” You don’t want to receive bad news in public.
“I didn’t think about that…” The monstrous Wilma feels so callous. “And yes, we should.”
“Don’t be hard on yourself, it’s difficult to think of others in a life-threatening situation.” Matilda doesn’t overthink it. She doesn’t care about the groom’s emotional state in the slightest.
“Mhm, we should focus more on comforting the groom than me.” Wilma half chuckles. The tomato does care about breaking hearts.
“Let’s find him.” You believe this is a non-issue to start with. Nobody thinks Wilma is a monster… except maybe Grace. But that’s a story for another day. You have a wedding to crash softly.
Like one of the worst people in the world told you (Your dad), you have to act the part to not be noticed. You three casually walk up to one of the many elevators. You don’t know the layout of the building, on first instinct, Room 31 should be on the third floor, but the hotel rooms are above floor 10 as the map on the elevator indicates. So, you guess you have to go to Floor 13, which is a bad omen that you’re willing to ignore.
Sunny vibes be praised, because nothing is out of the ordinary once you step out of the elevator, there’s a wonderful view of the sunset saying goodbye that you three appreciate briefly. Place is beautiful in and out. Next step, Room 31! You’re right on the money! This is the place to be. Maps don’t lie!
Similar to the Hotel you were in earlier, this one also operates with Key Cards. It’s just a detail you wanted to point out. Probably won’t be relevant. Enough delays, you raise your hand to knock on the door…
“Wait. Any idea about how this will go?” Matilda grabs your knocking arm before it bounces on the wood.
“Leave it to me. I know how to handle it.” You act like the reliable guy that you are. “You two know how effective of a talker I am.”
“Yes, absolutely. Anyone who knows how to handle Chio at her worst can do this.” Wilma has all the confidence in the world. She has a point, but she doesn’t know the first thing you did was headpat her for being a wild Nariko…
“Very well.” Matilda wants this job well done, or else everything will get a little hectic.
You knock on the door. Steps come closer, you feel the vibes of a clumsy man.
“Hello? Yes? How can I help you?” A disfigured head talks softly and politely, he’s wearing a silky smooth suit, tailor made. This must be the groom and he’s as hideous as the legends foretold. You’re not the one to judge a book by its cover, but you know he’s related to the wicked alien, so you can do whatever the fuck you want. He’s alone, but he just hung up the phone.
