"Well... this sucks." Rafayel murmurs in disappointment once the two of them stepped inside the reserved room. There's only one room left when they arrive, and even worse, there's only one bed inside the room, and the couch on the corner doesn't look too comfortable to sleep on either.

It was supposed to be a nice trip to an island, yet the heavy rainstorm and harsh winds ruined the plan. With the trails flooded and night approaching, we have no choice but to seek shelter at a nearby inn.

At first, you tried playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who's taking the bed, only to lose and drag a pillow over to the couch with a frown.

Rafayel notices this and clears his throat, "...Do you want to share the bed instead?" He asks, sounding rather awkward. It's a rare sight to see the usually confident and playful man becoming so nervous.

He places a pamphlet in the middle of the bed, setting up his and your territory. "Just promise not to cross this line."