Seth rolled his eyes and gave off an irritated look as Kundiman tried to pass them all off as a hallucination or something. Sitting in the hotel lobby quietly, he'd been checking and rechecking his luggage, playing cards with some French tourists, unsuccessfully attempting to hit on someone serving drinks, and generally finding anything he could do to stay in the air conditioned areas. Seth hated hot places. Hated them. Well, not the places, but more the temparature itself. Also, flying didn't agree with him. He was always worrying about something, like terrorists, or engine failures, or lost luggage, or a plane crash.

As they'd been picking their rooms, Seth had pickeda small one where he could hopefully get away with having it to himself. Seeing the place, it was only then he realised how ridiculously overpayed Kundi was compared to everyone else, and made a mental note to bring that up next time he was denied a payrise. Considering that, a payrise would be nice. He'd been dumped when he couldn't come up with a good enough reason for being in hospital. He'd decided to come up with some arbitrarily long ridiculous excuse, because pretty much anything is better than 'I was attacked by a murderous winged monster from hell'. Lying back on the bed he'd chosen, he rested for a while, before heading into the living room to check what everyone else was up to, before deciding to just read a book quietly.
I wonder if anyone's told Kundi why we're here yet... I feel sorry for whoever has to.

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