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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel: Lucien's room[/u][/b]

Thrust into Lucien’s room, Thunderhawk could only breathe a heavy sigh of relief that at last, he had been given freedom in being removed out of public sight. Now… now he could at last get some clothes. 

He quickly hurried to the bedroom, rummaging through the drawers in search of clothes… anything would do. And yet, there was nothing. Nothing in the drawers or closets. C’mon, there had to be something!

He spied Lucien’s pack at the foot of his bed, and quickly ripped it open, to spy that of most lucrative treasures. 

CLOTHES. AT LAST.

But… but what the hell kind of taste in clothes did this man have?!

Thunderhawk’s brow twitched in irritation as he pulled out [url=http://store.funsockcity.com/img/p/262-287-large.jpg]a pair of boxers laced with pictures of adorable pandas[/url]. Even [url=https://www.antarcticconnection.com/images/clothing/sock-fluffypng2.jpg]the socks themselves looked ridiculous with their many brandings of penguins[/url]. Good heavens, what kind of taste did Lucien have? Thankfully they would fit, though. The ranger quickly grabbed a shirt and trousers too, before fleeing into the shower. As he did, Xandra finally entered Lucien’s room as well, locking the door behind her. Thankfully none of the paparazzi had seen them. It was a chance to catch their breath at last. 

Fifteen minutes later, Thunderhawk emerged from the bathroom, feeling and smelling a lot fresher then he had been… if not smelling the best out of everyone in the Pride. He still couldn’t really believe just what he was wearing, however. Out of all of Lucien’s gear, the robes and the extremely loose fitting clothing it was the most sensible, but [url=http://www.topatoco.com/graphics/00000001/og-fox_mockup.jpg]still…[/url]

“You, my friend, have a very unusual taste in clothing,” Thunderhawk rubbed his still aching head. 

“Xandra, do you want to take a shower as well and get out of that… ridiculous costume?” Thunderhawk asked, as he trailed towards the hotel room’s fridge and cracked it open, taking one of the summoner’s precious sodas. He threw one of them to Lucien and then cracked his own open to take a large gulp. “After we’re done cleaning up, I suggest… well… hmm.”

The ranger had no real desire to find any of the other members of the Pride, or Aria either. If anything, he preferred to keep his distance from them. Retreating into his own room and sleeping the rest of the day sounded perfect, but despite that…

“Well… I think we should get back to the mission.” Thunderhawk scratched the back of his neck. “We wasted time last night… we need to start focussing again.”