"Good afternoon, sir?" The receptionist said in whispy but male voice, turning his head towards the direction where Gideon stood.
"Uhh... Yeah. Hi. Weee... were wondering how much it costs to stay here per night?" Gideon asked, speaking rather slowly as he looked the receptionist over, rather wierded out by the him.
The receptionist blew a small sigh, being well aware of the looks he was recieving. "That would be 17.50, sir. Would you like to book a room now?" He asked.
Gideon shook his head, holding up his right hand. "No, no... We were just wondering. Comparing prices and such, you know...?"
"I see. Our rates are mentioned on our website." The receptionist stated with a ever-so-slightly annoyed tone. Turning his head towards Amelia, the receptionist frowned. "Please keep your hands away from your weapon when inside our establishment."
Gideon raised his hand again after lowering it, about to facepalm, when he realised this would remove more of his makeup, and wanting to prevent this, lowered his hand again. Looking from the receptionist, to Amelia when he made mention of her holding her weapon, he began walking towards the exit. "Anyway. We'll be going now. Good day, and thanks for your time."
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Etemon grunted as he was shoved into the elevator, and bared his teeth at Jameson. "Gettin' real sick of this lack of subtle you guys seem to be sharin'. Keep this up sonny boy, and you'll be makin' me real mad. Uh-huh."
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Although there were wires, the screens were integrated into the the wall, as such, Tyler would have strip the cover to see the wiring behind it.