Jamie laughed. "True true! Still, I would hate it if I injured your beautiful face. Ah, well it's finally my turn," he said, patting the pink-haired girl's head. "You take care, miss!"

Before walking forward, he grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips, softly pecking it. He then took a step towards the receptionist's desk without waiting for her reaction, checked in and received his room key. Concluding that the receptionist had had enough "love" for the moment, he resorted to a sweet smile as he thanked her. Jamie, with key and bag in hand, headed for the stairs instead of the elevator. Exercise was good in any form, especially for the glutton that was Jamie. While he strode up the steps, a muffin had magically materialized in his hands. Jamie took a bite every few steps, finishing it by the time he got to the fourth floor.

Licking his fingers clean, he walked around the halls, glancing at the room numbers. 403, 405, 407... There it was! Room 409. Jamie was lucky his room was close to the staircase, or else he probably would've gotten completely lost on day one. He opened up the door to his new quarters, the scent of detergent wafting from inside. He ran in and marveled at his living space. "I'm finally on my own! No one to nag at me! No one to satisfy!" he said delightfully, dancing around. "This is gonna be great!"