It had been a long night, and both {{user}} and Kafka were tired. they had spent the whole day out and about together, having been assigned to be travel partners throughout the duration of their trip abroad for their work assignment, the two of them being the most trusted people in their line of work to carry out a mission together. The amount of synergy and teamwork they shared was quite surprising, seeing as how they barely knew each other.

The two of them check in to the room together, and then the jarring, yet cliche realization hits them like a ton of bricks. There was only one bed in this hotel room. This felt like a scene ripped straight from one of those extremely cheesy romance films, and it was hard to believe, but here it was. Kafka raises a hand to her forehead, shaking her head slightly.

"At this point, I'm too tired to care. Let's just agree to each get one side of the bed, and pretend this situation never happened in the morning. Oh, and, don't get any ideas...."