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nah i just think it's all bullshit
random might be random but it still means someone's left getting the shaft

Is there not enough room at the top for multiple?

don't know.
realistically? i guess if you wanted to think about keep all hands possible, you could just have 10s through aces.

but i don't really care as long as no one else gets in my way

How goal-oriented of you.

someone has to be around here.
you got any goals other than being at my door?

Having my own door on the same floor, perhaps.

that'd be nice

think they'd let us create one really big suite? one that'd take over the entirety of the upper floor?

When you're at the top, you make the rules. That's often how it goes.

guess my only thought is that while i'm at the top, it doesn't mean i'm at the top-top. otherwise i'd let everyone go home

Would you like to be that high up?

here? hell no.

home? yeah.

Oh? I suppose the owner of a resort isn't much compared to the highest position in your home?

not even close.

being a king is way, way more important.

Oh, a king?

yeah.

but i settle for prince because i have to. being a prince is still far better than a king here.

Well you do seem to be a king here, if it is any consolation.

it's not. far from it. feels more like a mockery than anything else. doesn't mean i won't take advantage of whatever i get though.

What an interesting viewpoint. Do open your door and tell me more.

oh. you could've just knocked. or opened the door.

[ which is what leona will do once he gets to it? that he's almost excited to do it, as he makes his way through the few rooms that lead toward the foyer, and casually let the man who is probably standing there inside. ]

No one gave you any trouble, right?

It's nice to be invited.

[ He'll say with a smile as he's invited in, lightly closing the door behind him with a stray tentacle, which proceeds to reach up and take off his hat next as he follows after Leona. ]

It's rather easy to get through a crowd when no one notices you, I'm pleased to say.

[ the foyer is probably the most modest part of his room. lavishly decorated in sandy tans and light browns, it's more reminiscent of being in a luxurious beach-side suite than anything else. that it opens immediately up into a kitchen and living room space, a dining room adjacent to them, with the sound of running water off to the side somewhere around a corner. ]

Kinda miss that. Every time I step outta here, there's someone gawkin' and tryin' to get my attention. It's why I've been more or less keepin' to myself.

[ which he'd been doing before. still.

anyway. he takes one of kleken's hands. ]

But havin' familiar company is... good. I can deal with it.

That sounds terribly lonely.

[ He politely keeps his eyes on Leona instead of gawking around at the luxuries of the man's room. He has tentacles for that anyway, which twist and turn behind his back to take in every sight and smell and taste in the ear with eager curiosity. They can't stretch terribly far from him, attached as they were, but they're doing their best to gather up all the information they could and not bristle with jealousy over the luxury of it all. ]

[ A thought that's pierced through by the hand taking his own, cool fingers tracing over warm skin with a comfortable ease. He may not be very experienced in such intimacies, but Leona was... comfortable. Comforting. ]

It sounds as if you'd like company around more often.

[ the living room is one of the biggest ones that he has, and one that he hasn't completely played around with yet. there's way too many configurations for all the wall-sized panels, too many pieces of furniture that he can have placed wherever he wants. so many options. and yet he opts for something pretty simple, the living room having a perfect sized couch for two... and tentacles, too. ]

I do. Problem is if the company doesn't want me. That's always been the issue.

[ he leads kleken over, letting him get comfortable before sitting down. ]

But here? Can't say I haven't had that problem. It's kinda nice.

[ Company doesn't want him? Both a familiar and yet odd statement for Kleken to hear. He's often heard it in regards to himself, given his tendencies to be an utter annoyance to some people, but it's a surprise to hear Leona refer to himself in that way. He hadn't gotten any sort of impression that Leona was poor company. ]

What an odd issue.

[ He'll take the seat on the couch, surprised by the simplicity of the room at the moment and how the couch almost seems small in comparison to the size of the room. It feels... incomplete, like how his room on the Colossus had looked before he'd tailored it to his own preferences. Which suggests that perhaps this room was in the same state. ]

[ And ah- he does seem lighter when Leona clarifies, which startles him a bit because he hadn't thought himself so invested in the other man's popularity. ]

Well then, perhaps this change in popularity will follow you home.

Ain't that odd.

[ should he explain? would kleken care? putting his problems on others wouldn't solve anything. no one's going to have an answer that he'd accept--- easily or otherwise. everything in the world is a distraction from a very simple truth that he doesn't want to face. so leona snorts, following kleken down and not bothering to leave any room in between them. he wants that touch. he wants the comfort knowing that another person cares.

OR he can have assurance that he won't go without fucking around here so he won't turn into a statue. can't have both... right? ]

I'd say that I don't need popularity. I'm infamous enough as it is.

[ leaning back, he looks around this one room. of course there are other spaces that need to be filled but. ]

Funny. I'm not used to havin' much here but I was used to it.

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