[Spruce]

"So that's where the rest of my cash went." I say to M, who had my share of the money floating around him. I then take what was mine, and look back to the whole TM deal. [i]I didn't actually pay for that much of it, did I?[/i] I ask myself as I hesitate to move further into the guild. After being indecisive for a few minutes, I hand over my poke to Celes, meaning that I would have paid off my portion of that TM. "Um, you can keep that." I say to her as I finally start heading over to my team's room... which would now actually have teammates in it, rather than that random bidoof or that vanillite in it. I was pretty happy about that, the vanillite always made the room too cold for me, and the bidoof always talked in his sleep, even shouting things while asleep, such as "AHH! DUCK DOWN, MOLTRES IS ATTACKING!" okay, so maybe he wasn't that loud, but when you're trying to get some sleep, shouting of any kind sounds loud enough to wake the dead... and not just the ghost-types either. Once I got there, I noticed the two already packing their bags and heading off to some other room. I waved goodbye to them as they left, and allowed me to pretty much have the room to myself for a little while. I was probably supposed to be sleeping, but for some reason, I was too excited to see my own team filling this place up. I ended up just waiting for them to enter the room and unpack whatever they don't want to keep in their bags, but more importantly, I was just too excited to not have to deal with freezing temperatures, or sleep-shouting anymore.

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[Anthony]

"Hey, what about me?" I ask when Hex asks whether Josh or Matt felt anything. I didn't, of course, but it's not a good sign of things to come when your team forgets that you're here. The others start following Arnold and Archie to our new room, and I end up following them, not wanting to stay at my own house, today. After all, that place didn't even have an actual bed for me, and I always had to sleep either on the rotten, broken floor, or in the moldy sink... both of those options were about as comfortable as they sounded, unfortunately. Heck, it wasn't uncommon for me to wake up the next day poisoned from the mold in the sink, or already tired from sleeping on the broken floor, but now I finally had an actual bed. The bed itself probably didn't look like much to anyone else, but to me, it looked like the most comfortable thing in the universe. I instantly jumped into a bed that was somewhat close to Josh's bucket, which he apparently was going to sleep in, and pretty much instantly passed out in that bed. Hopefully, I wasn't snoring, or otherwise keeping everyone else awake while I slept on what felt like a cloud to me. It was so much better than sleeping at my place, that I don't even know how I got any sleep over there anymore. That night, something amazing happened... instead of the usual nightmare, I had a dream, as in, an actual, not scary or evil dream. Things were really looking up for me.