[ Conan's easily missed as he's sitting behind the front desk and trying to get one of the drawers open in his obsessive hunt for the hotel log book. There had to be something, didn't there? Hotel's name-past guests-something he can use. However it's seeming more and more like the log book isn't here. And where was the staff? It struck him as odd but also fortuitous as it allowed him to do a little bit of sneaking around. ]
[ The sound of foot steps cause him to freeze his mind working fast to identify them (male-casual. dress shoes always had a different sound and female footfalls tended to be lighter-depending on the weight of the woman) They're coming closer. They can't possible know he's here he has moved since-oh. ]
[ The insistent dinging just gets an irritated sigh before Conan hops up, arms catching on the desk so he can dangle off the other side. ]
You've seen your room? I haven't gotten that far. [ He climbs the rest of the way up onto the desk to get a better look at the other, all the while keeping an innocent look on his face. ]
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[ The sound of foot steps cause him to freeze his mind working fast to identify them (male-casual. dress shoes always had a different sound and female footfalls tended to be lighter-depending on the weight of the woman) They're coming closer. They can't possible know he's here he has moved since-oh. ]
[ The insistent dinging just gets an irritated sigh before Conan hops up, arms catching on the desk so he can dangle off the other side. ]
You've seen your room? I haven't gotten that far. [ He climbs the rest of the way up onto the desk to get a better look at the other, all the while keeping an innocent look on his face. ]