Post by Bobbie on Oct 15, 2021 12:14:52 GMT -5
Step by step, Yoshi finally made it to the second floor and he let out a tired sigh as he paused in the landing. He had been on his feet for most of the day and although he’d usually have no problem with stairs, today was a tiring day. The lift, on the other hand, was far worse and a huge no-no. He was not a fan of closed spaces, like a bug caught and trapped in a jar.
Room one, room two – that was where the twins said they’d be staying after the concert for a few days. They were included in the bunch he’d met on the ship on his way over here, they seemed just as new to this place as he was and was looking forward to hanging out with them. Room three, where the big soprano woman who has a voice as heavy as her body would be staying. Next up were rooms four and five, which he vaguely recalled a full band of six musicians referring to during their chitter-chatter on the ship. Along with room six, they were splitting up to be a pair in each of the three rooms. These people also wanted to join in with their get-together tomorrow, but they weren't quite Yoshi's type of crowd and he wasn't eager for that. Yoshi walked with a skip in his step as he continued to play his little game of Whose Room Is This? but got stuck when he reached room seven, as that one was a bit of a mystery to him. It would be a bonus if it were actually empty, but the hotel seemed pretty popular and seemed to house a lot of the artists who were here to perform – especially on the second floor, for whatever odd reason – so he doubted that any rooms here were left vacant. Passing room 207, he made it to the eighth room and used his key to get inside after a quick glance around.
Letting his bag slide off his shoulder, he was relieved to have the weight finally off it. It was also a huge relief to finally have some private space, as the next thing he removed was his coat, allowing his wings to spread freely and breathe. Next, he grabbed his scarf and pulled it to let the loop around his neck unravel and come undone as two thin insect forearms unfolded from the base of his neck and stretched out as far as 50 cm each. The little insect paws at their ends then reached out for the smoothie cup, the tarsi sticking to it in a firm grip despite the cute black bean-shaped ends being so little. Bug-boy then sat down on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to turn the lights on, and stuck his tongue out to extend it into his smoothie and drink it as if he were drinking through a straw. Finally, his free hands removed the blue rubber gloves to reveal rather hideous, stick-thin tapering fingers with little spiky hairs along their ends and awkwardly narrow palms, all smooth and black in colour.
Yes, Yoshi certainly was hiding something... something that he was willing to go to great lengths to keep hidden. A secret that itched to get out and demanded the freedom that it deserved but Yoshi persistently denied it in fear of being rejected.
Thankfully, he wasn’t a heavy feeder and the smoothie, save for what was lost on the nasty little tart downstairs, would be enough to keep him going until dinner with Mr Cross after the concert. Finishing his snack and retracting his tongue back into his mouth, he leaned forward on his knees and stared at the closed door which was shrouded in shadow in the darkened room with a slither of light coming through beneath the door from the outside hall. What if after all this, it still wasn’t enough to build a name? This was his biggest chance, it felt like a make-it-or-break-it kind of test. If this failed, should he give up on music altogether? He needed this to work … he fought for this. He deserved this.
Taking a deep breath, he finally stood up and left the empty smoothie cup on the floor by the bed.
“I deserve this…” he whispered to himself as his wings folded up again, flat against his back, and his yellow coat once more held them down.
“I’ve got this.” He put his scarf on, the little tiny arms folding into their prison once more to be well-hidden, and then the gloves.
Yoshi grabbed his rucksack and left the room again. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but enough for him to unwind and decide it was time for him to head to the stage, sign all that needed signing, check the line-up, and make all the necessary preparations back-stage. Getting a look at his competitors would also be a pretty good idea.
Humming a rhythm as he descended the stairs, he was off to the concert venue.
Room one, room two – that was where the twins said they’d be staying after the concert for a few days. They were included in the bunch he’d met on the ship on his way over here, they seemed just as new to this place as he was and was looking forward to hanging out with them. Room three, where the big soprano woman who has a voice as heavy as her body would be staying. Next up were rooms four and five, which he vaguely recalled a full band of six musicians referring to during their chitter-chatter on the ship. Along with room six, they were splitting up to be a pair in each of the three rooms. These people also wanted to join in with their get-together tomorrow, but they weren't quite Yoshi's type of crowd and he wasn't eager for that. Yoshi walked with a skip in his step as he continued to play his little game of Whose Room Is This? but got stuck when he reached room seven, as that one was a bit of a mystery to him. It would be a bonus if it were actually empty, but the hotel seemed pretty popular and seemed to house a lot of the artists who were here to perform – especially on the second floor, for whatever odd reason – so he doubted that any rooms here were left vacant. Passing room 207, he made it to the eighth room and used his key to get inside after a quick glance around.
Letting his bag slide off his shoulder, he was relieved to have the weight finally off it. It was also a huge relief to finally have some private space, as the next thing he removed was his coat, allowing his wings to spread freely and breathe. Next, he grabbed his scarf and pulled it to let the loop around his neck unravel and come undone as two thin insect forearms unfolded from the base of his neck and stretched out as far as 50 cm each. The little insect paws at their ends then reached out for the smoothie cup, the tarsi sticking to it in a firm grip despite the cute black bean-shaped ends being so little. Bug-boy then sat down on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to turn the lights on, and stuck his tongue out to extend it into his smoothie and drink it as if he were drinking through a straw. Finally, his free hands removed the blue rubber gloves to reveal rather hideous, stick-thin tapering fingers with little spiky hairs along their ends and awkwardly narrow palms, all smooth and black in colour.
Yes, Yoshi certainly was hiding something... something that he was willing to go to great lengths to keep hidden. A secret that itched to get out and demanded the freedom that it deserved but Yoshi persistently denied it in fear of being rejected.
Thankfully, he wasn’t a heavy feeder and the smoothie, save for what was lost on the nasty little tart downstairs, would be enough to keep him going until dinner with Mr Cross after the concert. Finishing his snack and retracting his tongue back into his mouth, he leaned forward on his knees and stared at the closed door which was shrouded in shadow in the darkened room with a slither of light coming through beneath the door from the outside hall. What if after all this, it still wasn’t enough to build a name? This was his biggest chance, it felt like a make-it-or-break-it kind of test. If this failed, should he give up on music altogether? He needed this to work … he fought for this. He deserved this.
Taking a deep breath, he finally stood up and left the empty smoothie cup on the floor by the bed.
“I deserve this…” he whispered to himself as his wings folded up again, flat against his back, and his yellow coat once more held them down.
“I’ve got this.” He put his scarf on, the little tiny arms folding into their prison once more to be well-hidden, and then the gloves.
Yoshi grabbed his rucksack and left the room again. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but enough for him to unwind and decide it was time for him to head to the stage, sign all that needed signing, check the line-up, and make all the necessary preparations back-stage. Getting a look at his competitors would also be a pretty good idea.
Humming a rhythm as he descended the stairs, he was off to the concert venue.
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