((He doesn't open his eyes when he hits the carpet at first. Most of his waking self is convinced that Hikaru has just pushed him out of bed again, and he's too tired to get himself back into bed just to be kicked out again.
However, after a couple moments, he notices something wrong. The carpet... smells. His eyes flicker open as his fingers trace over the dull flooring, certainly not the gleaming hardwood he's used to, and he swallows in shock before sitting up, looking around himself.
When he spots the light of the outside through the keyhole, he doesn't hesitate for a second to open the door and step outside. He disregards the suitcase - it doesn't seem as important as stumbling down the hallway towards the stairs, heading down to the lobby. He can't help but wrinkle his nose at the disgusting stairs, making sure he stays far away from any exposed walls. First things first, he's never going to sleep shirtless ever again, if this sort of shit has a possibility of happening.
Once he's in the lobby, he'll stare around at the room, taking in as much detail as he can. For the first time, he begins to feel nervous, considering that none of the other Host Club members are here. Initially, he'd thought this was one of Tamaki's hare-brained schemes, but it was beginning to seem like that wasn't the case.
"Where...?" he breathes to himself, a crease appearing in his brow as he tries to figure out where the hell he could possibly be. The people staffing the front desk seem to be incompetent, so he'll start by looking out the windows, trying to identify some sort of landmarks past the sheet of rain that is covering the glass panes.))
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However, after a couple moments, he notices something wrong. The carpet... smells. His eyes flicker open as his fingers trace over the dull flooring, certainly not the gleaming hardwood he's used to, and he swallows in shock before sitting up, looking around himself.
When he spots the light of the outside through the keyhole, he doesn't hesitate for a second to open the door and step outside. He disregards the suitcase - it doesn't seem as important as stumbling down the hallway towards the stairs, heading down to the lobby. He can't help but wrinkle his nose at the disgusting stairs, making sure he stays far away from any exposed walls. First things first, he's never going to sleep shirtless ever again, if this sort of shit has a possibility of happening.
Once he's in the lobby, he'll stare around at the room, taking in as much detail as he can. For the first time, he begins to feel nervous, considering that none of the other Host Club members are here. Initially, he'd thought this was one of Tamaki's hare-brained schemes, but it was beginning to seem like that wasn't the case.
"Where...?" he breathes to himself, a crease appearing in his brow as he tries to figure out where the hell he could possibly be. The people staffing the front desk seem to be incompetent, so he'll start by looking out the windows, trying to identify some sort of landmarks past the sheet of rain that is covering the glass panes.))