Room 624, Arms Hotel, Monday Morning.

[socksofcool]

The first thing Seely had done once he'd woken up today was shower. A lot. And then some more for good measure.

Right now, though, he was shoving his things back into his bag with far more force than he needed to, because if nothing else this weekend had made any sense, certain parts of Saturday's radio broadcast had been far too clear

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[notqueenyet]

Aravis had woken with what could only be described as a crying hangover.

She knocked lightly on Seely's door, sighing slightly and wishing she didn't have to have this conversation.

[socksofcool]

"It's unlocked," Seely called out grumpily, expecting it to be room service or something like that.

[notqueenyet]

Aravis poked her head in. "Hello."

[socksofcool]

Seely's back stiffened and he shoved his things just that bit harder into his back. "Hey."