"You picked the inn... Because of it's name?" Hanta replied, looking at his friend incredulously. Leave it to Komada to do something like that. Then again he wasn't overly picky where they decided to lay up for the evening, and really the name didn't bother him in the slightest. Smiling slightly in amusement he lifted his shoulders in a shrug, relenting to go with his friend's choice. Since he had no clue where this inn was he let Komada take the lead, tucking his hands in his pockets as he followed. Curiously plenty of players were all seeking a place to rest or gather their thoughts, but they were moving in the other direction. That made Hanta a little concerned, wondering just what part of the town they might be going into. Towns were safe of course, but that didn't mean they couldn't be unpleasant. Either the regular player base was unaware of the inn or there was a reason it wasn't drawing large crowds. "Er... Are you positive this is the right way?" he asked, voicing his concerns. An answer wasn't necessary as sure enough they stumbled upon the... Skipping Kitties Inn... Well, it certainly had a cutesy name. It was all he could do to not facepalm, smiling hesitantly as he looked over at Komada to hear out her pleas. "Yeah, we can stay here, I don't mind."

The pair of friends stepped in through the doorway and into a warm and cozy common room. There were a few players besides themselves, but overall the building looked surprisingly empty. Name aside this may be a rather nice place for them to stay, and since it was smaller than most hopefully the price wasn't too bad. Opting to handle the arrangements himself Hanta went right to the counter, already pulling out Col to pay for the two bedrooms. It was in the midst of this that Komada spoke up again, having a rather different idea of how they'd be spending the night. The suggestion in of itself was innocent enough, yet it had Komada's face lighting up with a blush. As it did his own, Hanta realized. Putting a hand on his forehead and rubbing it he smiled meekly, nodding as he felt his cheeks burn. "Yeah... If that's what you want, we can do that." Wanting to keep his friend in as good spirits as he could he was in a rather accommodating mood, even if it meant doing some unusual things. Quickly changing the arrangements with the NPC he fished out the necessary Col, having just enough for tomorrow to buy supplies hopefully. With that done Hanta led his friend up to the room in question, a moderate, two bed abode on the third floor that overlooked the streets below. It wasn't extravagant, but it'd suit their needs just fine. 

Graciously sleep had come relatively easily for Hanta. That didn't mean however it was a restful night, not by any means. The stress that had begun to build was manifesting itself in nightmares, and once or twice he awoke in the dead of night from them. Even while awake his thoughts were plagued with terrible scenarios, death of those close to him or even himself being chief amongst those. As collected as he tried to appear for Komada there was no denying that he was frightened. The reality of this... Death game was all too clear, and one false step could spell their demise. Never being an especially optimistic person like his friend his only hope was he gained the strength to overcome whatever might get in their way. The game would be cleared... One day. So long as he held onto that then there was a little hope, hope that they might see their families and the real world once more. As uneasy as Hanta felt eventually sleep began to beck and call for him once more. His eyelids grew heavy and eventually closed, and when they reopened once more the sun's rays shone through a crack in the curtains, unceremoniously waking him. A quick glance at his alarm told him it was still rather early, and a gaze across the room showed that Komada was still asleep. With little else to do and not nearly content with lazing about he silently climbed out of bed, opening up his menu and equipping his gear. He couldn't be sure for when his friend set her alarm, but a safe bet was knowing her it'd be at least an hour from now. Plenty of time to make himself useful, to do something to help their case. With her asleep she wouldn't have to worry, and he could go out and about with relative ease. 

An nondescript amount of time passed since Hanta stepped out, he'd honestly lost track, something he was rather good at. By the time he reached the inn again the sun was just coming up overhead, casting long shadows on the roads below. A fair amount of players were out and about already, but with the shock of yesterday's events still setting in the city was eerily quiet, save for the cries of NPC merchants. Back into the [i]Skipping Kitties[/i], a name surely devised by the developer's daughter, he made it a point to sell a few items off to the inn keeper, albeit at prices lower than he might get elsewhere. Any amount of Col would help them, he'd take what they could get. Still in his combat gear he ascended the stairs, taking them slowly as if worrying he'd alert Komada. What a nightmare that would be if she found out, he reflected, swiping a hand back through his medium length brown hair. A change of attire might not be a bad idea, but really all he had were pajamas and this, and he'd not walk around in the former. Boasting a basic gray long-sleeved shirt and black pants it might almost pass for regular clothing, if not for the strap that slung across his chest, supporting the sword on his back. He also had on him a set of boots, something he'd bought that morning for himself. It gave a minute boost to dexterity and a near negligible amount of protection, but it was better than nothing. Opening the door and expecting to find Komada just waking up, Hanta froze in the door when she turned to look at him. She seemed properly concerned, and of course this made him feel guilty almost instantly. "What's wrong...? Bad dream?"