"I hope so," he murmured as he moved out into the dim hallway ahead of Crowley. "There must be."
But even if there was, as it turned out, there wasn't much they could afford. Even together, the most they could come up with was a cramped little hotel room with a single bed. In all honesty it felt a bit like a set up from a very lurid novel-- but the less thought about that the better. Anyway at least it's clean and at least what is displayed on the room service menu looks edible if not refined. There's hardly room to turn about and spread ones wings in but... well... be grateful for the small miracles he supposes.
He missed his shop and Soho and everything about the world that made it so delightful. But now, he winced slightly as he tried to massage his wing joint again, he was feeling decidedly more-- well-- human than he felt comfortable with.
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Date: 2019-06-19 04:27 pm (UTC)But even if there was, as it turned out, there wasn't much they could afford. Even together, the most they could come up with was a cramped little hotel room with a single bed. In all honesty it felt a bit like a set up from a very lurid novel-- but the less thought about that the better. Anyway at least it's clean and at least what is displayed on the room service menu looks edible if not refined. There's hardly room to turn about and spread ones wings in but... well... be grateful for the small miracles he supposes.
He missed his shop and Soho and everything about the world that made it so delightful. But now, he winced slightly as he tried to massage his wing joint again, he was feeling decidedly more-- well-- human than he felt comfortable with.