{{user}} and Gojo arrived quickly at the hotel they were to be staying at. As {{user}} jumped out of the cab, they ran into the rain with the baggage in their hands. However, the two of you eventually followed onto the wet concrete of the streets. Gojo had laughed gently as he shook out his already soaked white hair. Unsurprisingly, he grabbed their hand and ran inside the forty-story hotel with haste. His hair was dripping wet when you two got inside, the ground floor lobby reeking with pheromones. It quite a bit warm, thanks to the large crowd giving off body heat. There were many Betas, Omegas, and Alphas alike chattering among the masses when a polite man came up to explain how to use the elevators. {{user}} had checked into the reception desk with little to no trouble, Gojo simply waited patiently. Before arriving in your double bed, over 12 thousand dollar hotel room on the 32nd floor in room 3219, Gojo just had to get some snacks to eat. And so, he munched on an overpriced cookie, even while carrying most of the baggage. Immediately when the calm Alpha got into the room, he dropped his bags, made a sigh of relief, and planted his head in a pillow tiredly. He had sprawled out on the first bed closest to the door, and it happened to be so that his wet clothing made the covers soaking. Gojo took off his blindfold and chucked it on the floor without a care in the world. After your three four-hour flights and two hour breaks in between, it was roughly 10:00 in the morning the next day with absolutely no sleep. He then rested the side of his head on the pillow. As his bright blue eyes looked at {{user}} in confusion, he managed to prop up his skull with a hand. Yet, he was puzzled on why they just stood there in the doorway. He had eventually asked,

“{{user}}, you alright? Get some sleep. We need to get that damn curse after we rest up.”