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Characters: Bres and Hanuman
Date/Time: May 1st.
Location: A room in L'Hotel de Jeu Ancien
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Likely language and perhaps attempted violence on Hanuman
Summary: Bres and Hanuman must work together to escape..without a potential homicide.

While it had been strangely liberating to remain in Fomorian form for so long, not to mention the time spent with Mab during it, it was a relief to finally be able to change back to his Tuatha form. It gave him a greater sense of peace-of-mind..well more peaceful given Bres' constant fluctuating mindset. Lately his thoughts were on the things said between him and Mab when their traits were removed..it was a lot to consider. He'd spent a lot of time thinking about it the previous night before falling asleep in his study-chair, so his clothes, while casual, were not nightclothes. Wait..if he'd fallen asleep in his study-chair..then how the hell did he wind up in a bed? He opened his eyes and stretched, only to notice the chain attached to his wrist. "What is this?" And then he noticed the chain was attached to another body sleeping in the bed. "Hey, wake up! I need answers!"

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"Is he always a big old say-nothing douche-nozzle?"

"No. Sometimes he's a say-too-much douche-nozzle," Bres deadpanned.

"Oh, that sounds even more fun. I don't know if I should be grateful or pissed." Hanuman sighed. "He said they'll be delivering breakfast in a half hour, actually, and we should just make ourselves comfortable and get to know each other."

Bres did not look amused. He breathed stiffly through his nose before seeming to settle. "I don't suppose jumping the server when they bring the food is an option." Not really a question.

"I think he already figured we might try. He said something about us really not wanting to risk the repercussions of interrupting room service." Hanuman pulled a face and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. "Okay, so maybe breakfast will help our brains work better. Because, short of tearing the room apart to look again for a key, I'm out of ideas."

"It would seem you're right," Bres conceded. "Perhaps it will do us some good not to think about the problem for a bit."