Phryne

[st_unning]

After finishing up a pleasant chat with Ignis and making his way back to his room, Alcuin flopped down onto the bed and read a bit more of Twilight. It did not get better.

He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking through the day again. Mind turning with possibilities for the spa. And occasionally drifting to remembering his hands on Ignis' skin.

He'd brought a few items of different types with him, intending to investigate further what they were and what they were made out of. He was going to crack this face mask thing. But in the meantime, he found himself getting up and opening the bottle of massage oil to inhale the scent again - vanilla and jasmine. Ignis had seemed to like it.

He closed it again, and then picked up the telephone, dialed the number for Phryne's room.

"Hello, Phryne," he said pleasantly when she picked up. "Are you busy?"

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[st_illunsmeared]

Although it wouldn't be honest to say she'd been waiting for Alcuin's call, Phryne had been prepared for it and even expected it. While she had gone to find Jack, it had been for a brief parley, as though she had some choice clue to share, and a bit of banter.

So when Alcuin called, she was in her room, reading, and considering what utility she might have in this Inn. "I ought to to say yes and preserve the illusion that I am forever at work on something, but as it happens, I'm quite free."