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“I can only afford for you to throw her.” You say like you have any idea how much these things cost.
“Very well, commission accepted.” Matilda grabs Odetta by the robes for a judo throw.
“W-Wait, that’s not what I <span class="mu-i">waaAAAAAAAAAAnt!</span>” Odetta complains as she’s launched through the air to hit Fiora in the back, the flustered sorceress uses her magic spiritual hands to grab the ghost bullet. She looks back at all of you, smiles, then the door swings to a close. That was some magic horseshit.
Bye Odetta and Fiora for now! You’re glad that you could meet them in a different place than a graveyard.
“Hmm, it’s 10 bucks.” Matilda is proud of her throwing technique. Her pricing methods are a confusing enigma.
“<span class="mu-i">Here…</span>” You have lost 11 of those in a day because of this greedy martial artist. “We’re all sleeping in the same place again, huh?” It’d be nostalgic if it wasn’t that recent in actuality.
“Yes, I'd rather stay here.” Matilda didn’t like the idea of staying with Fiora. She’s a shy little girl.
“No sleeping bags this time around.” Wilma says, making clear to both of you that she remembers those details.
“And we won’t be cramped together.” Matilda feels comfortable.
“Want to put the beds together?” You ask. “This sign says we can.” It’s above the bed, in a better part of the season, this is a makeshift answer for couples who couldn’t book the right room.
“...it’s *for* couples.” Matilda taps the upper part of the sign. “We have a bed for each one of us, what’s the point?”
“For the slumber party feel?” Wilma argues in your favor.
“Is this what we’re trying to accomplish here?” The Judo master didn’t have a clue.
“It’s our turn to celebrate for destroying the wedding, like, we did the dirty work.” You find this appropriate. Rest in peace, Ms. Cooldown, wherever she is.
“Are you sure that you’re not tired? I’ve seen you running off fumes all day.” Wilma is a little concerned.
“Yesterday, I learned that I can go all night long.” You mean it that way, but they don’t know it. The Tomato believed the innuendos were Matilda’s domain. “Besides, we’re relaxing, it’s not like we’re about to go on another adventure.” You look through the window outside and wave at the buffalo. Then close the curtains. You can tell by his eyes that he will sneak into Fiora and Odetta’s room at some point.
“What time is it anyway?” Wilma wants someone to check the time. The 11 Gordollar girl reveals it’s past midnight. It’s insane people’s time, nobody should stay past these hours frequently.
“You girls tired?” You wonder.
“Uhm, maybe, maybe not.” Wilma gets a little tomato as she lays down. “I don’t want this day to end, that’s all…” She had way too much fun.
