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Upon Miara's return, He spun around to look at her. "Ah, It is expensive but the drinks are magnifique" He said trying to hold back his loud buisness voice. "Listen, i have to go. It was wonderful meeting you monissure, perhaps we will see eachother again soon!" Trent said waving as he rushed up the steps to his room. "Room 65, got it"
Trent unbuttoned his jacket and hung it up. Then his hat, but as his hat glided into the cubord Two grey ears became visible. He took of his undershirt and two wings sprouted out. "Sore..." He flapped them a little then walked into his bedroom.
Well... My apartment is a mess and to be honest, I have nothing else to do at the moment than just... look at the people here and analyse them. They are so weird... but I can't just put my finger on it...
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"Hey, what's the problem?" His clothes and skin didn't seem wet in the slightest.
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He looks around, scared, even though hardly anybody was there. "Alright?" He asks.
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Vincent walked back into the hotel and into the elevator. Inside, was a bowl of mints. Vincent stared them down. And he finally gave into taking one. He reached his floor and looked for his room.
"Alright, where is room number 685? Do I hear a 685? No?" He says to himself. Eventually, he finds his door and settles down.
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Trent remembered seeing cases like such during his old mission days. A bloodless victim with a slight hint of fish.
After watching Miara haul the body off, He decided to put aside his discovery and answer the call of duty. With that he put his Kevlar vest on under his normal clothes and headed off to Miara's room.
Upon arrival he knocked on the door three times and awaited an answer...
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