hotel: alphinaud

[shaft]

that's a good boy!!

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week 0, monday, ? room 12

[shaft]

[ So... here they are.

He stares at the pasta in front of him. ]

Feeling hungry, Sir Alphinaud?

[sageguidance]

[ He is staring at the snake. ]

—Hm? [ Oh, right. ] I, ah... suppose it would be rude to turn down the invitation.

[shaft]

[ ??? ]

You all right there?

[sageguidance]

[ In a whisper: ]

Should we be concerned about... them?

[shaft]

You mean the snake?

[sageguidance]

[ A nod, as he gives a sidelong glance to said snake just chowing down. ]

[shaft]

Do you have a weapon?

[sageguidance]

... Only if an eating utensil counts.

[shaft]

I suppose I could kill it for you.

[ the snake hisses at them to eat ]

[sageguidance]

[ With a startle, he obliges. ]

You needn't do so simply for my sake.

[shaft]

Are you scared?

[sageguidance]

What? Why would I be?

[shaft]

You're looking nervous.

[sageguidance]

I am not nervous, 'tis simply suspicious!

[shaft]

It's just eating pasta— [ anyway, the snake bites him. ] Ow!

[sageguidance]

—See what I mean!

[shaft]

It's not that bad!

[ it is bleeding ]

[sageguidance]

A snake bite is never "not that bad", Claude.

[shaft]

At least it's not poisoned.

[sageguidance]

And you are certain?

[shaft]

... I guess I don't.

[sageguidance]

[ ... ]

Let us pray not. I have not the means to deal with poisonous effects.

[shaft]

I'm sure it's fine—

[ Given that he is still not eating, the snake bites him again. ]

Ow!

[sageguidance]

[ Alphinaud isn't really either, so the snake looks threatening his way next. ]

F— finish your meal, with haste!

[shaft]

[ Claude starts eating. ]

This is so weird.