That was perfectly acceptable. Once he had grown bored of whatever app had entertained him previously he got up, setting his bag down on the bed and rummaging through it. It was half-taking an inventory and half-looking for a suitable change of clothes. It wasn't like making the trip was anything like conventional travel but he simply had a weird quirk about trying to relax in clothing that he'd worn in the midst of extra-dimensional travel. Or whatever they wanted to call it.
A few things in hand, he headed for the bathroom. A shower might do nicely to help him settle down after his unpleasant welcome (see: not likely. but it was a nice thought). She would inevitably wake up at some point and have more words, presumably in her own language. Which was just thrilling to consider. He could only picture some sort of a tiny, angry dog. Like a chihuahua.
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Date: 2015-09-13 06:18 am (UTC)A few things in hand, he headed for the bathroom. A shower might do nicely to help him settle down after his unpleasant welcome (see: not likely. but it was a nice thought). She would inevitably wake up at some point and have more words, presumably in her own language. Which was just thrilling to consider. He could only picture some sort of a tiny, angry dog. Like a chihuahua.