"Of course! I understand the desire to keep your mind to yourself."
"Thank you," Andrew replied, finding it a bit odd that Hymir's response was as friendly as it was, but not questioning it. Not everyone was as fond of holding a grudge as he was, actually, most weren't.
Following the others to the hotel, he was not exactly pleased when he saw their hotel room. It wasn't as bad as he had feared, but with as greasy as the owner had seemed, and the stained, maroon carpet, he found himself not wanting to stay there for too long. Not to mention, there were no food, and the running and healing combined, he felt somewhat hungry.
Most of all, however, he felt soaked, though discovered that the clothes underneath his jacket had managed well. The leather jacket itself was soaked at the shoulders especially and felt heavier than usual, but hanging it up should work. Of course, that meant that his t-shirt would be quite sweaty, and he pulled it off as well. He stopped as he did it, for a brief moment, as he could hear a message through the connection from Rias.
'If you have something to say to me, say it.'
Andrew wasn't sure, but it didn't feel like it was directed at him. And, even if it was, it was better avoided than anything else. He decided to push it to the back of his mind.
No need to get involved with negative situations.
And the statement really did not sound too friendly. It sounded like someone was starting a fight, actually.
Seeing as the others inside so far had chosen to not shower, Prometheus was lying around in his underwear, and Hymir had decided to play chess, Andrew figured that he might as well take a short shower. He didn't think Hymir wanted anyone to play with him, and Andrew had never really liked chess either way, it moved too slowly and wasn't relevant to anything, ever.
"I'm going to shower," Andrew told the others, as he found another shirt to wear and a pair of not wet pants and briefs. It was only when he had undressed, and turned on the shower -though not entered it yet- he realized that showering might not be the best idea.
Right, that goddess.
However, even if she knew where they were, she had no interest in them anymore. Jon had gone elsewhere, and Andrew had no idea. Still, he took caution as he showered, if the water suddenly turned too hot, he would not hesitate to grab the closest towel and get out of it. He got in, and started washing himself, halfway wondering if he had lost any weight from the healing yet, or if the hamburger and alcohol had screwed that up. His thoughts quickly went from that to Kirsten, however, he missed her a lot, yet calling her... She was fine, right?
After what seemed like five minutes, but was closer to fifteen, Andrew got out, and got dressed again. Nothing had happened with the supposedly South American woman, which was good. However, he felt a bit empty as he got outside, curly hair lazily pushed back -so it stood out a bit too much- and taking a seat on one of the couches, before curling up and putting the earplugs back into his ears.
"Thank you," Andrew replied, finding it a bit odd that Hymir's response was as friendly as it was, but not questioning it. Not everyone was as fond of holding a grudge as he was, actually, most weren't.
Following the others to the hotel, he was not exactly pleased when he saw their hotel room. It wasn't as bad as he had feared, but with as greasy as the owner had seemed, and the stained, maroon carpet, he found himself not wanting to stay there for too long. Not to mention, there were no food, and the running and healing combined, he felt somewhat hungry.
Most of all, however, he felt soaked, though discovered that the clothes underneath his jacket had managed well. The leather jacket itself was soaked at the shoulders especially and felt heavier than usual, but hanging it up should work. Of course, that meant that his t-shirt would be quite sweaty, and he pulled it off as well. He stopped as he did it, for a brief moment, as he could hear a message through the connection from Rias.
'If you have something to say to me, say it.'
Andrew wasn't sure, but it didn't feel like it was directed at him. And, even if it was, it was better avoided than anything else. He decided to push it to the back of his mind.
No need to get involved with negative situations.
And the statement really did not sound too friendly. It sounded like someone was starting a fight, actually.
Seeing as the others inside so far had chosen to not shower, Prometheus was lying around in his underwear, and Hymir had decided to play chess, Andrew figured that he might as well take a short shower. He didn't think Hymir wanted anyone to play with him, and Andrew had never really liked chess either way, it moved too slowly and wasn't relevant to anything, ever.
"I'm going to shower," Andrew told the others, as he found another shirt to wear and a pair of not wet pants and briefs. It was only when he had undressed, and turned on the shower -though not entered it yet- he realized that showering might not be the best idea.
Right, that goddess.
However, even if she knew where they were, she had no interest in them anymore. Jon had gone elsewhere, and Andrew had no idea. Still, he took caution as he showered, if the water suddenly turned too hot, he would not hesitate to grab the closest towel and get out of it. He got in, and started washing himself, halfway wondering if he had lost any weight from the healing yet, or if the hamburger and alcohol had screwed that up. His thoughts quickly went from that to Kirsten, however, he missed her a lot, yet calling her... She was fine, right?
After what seemed like five minutes, but was closer to fifteen, Andrew got out, and got dressed again. Nothing had happened with the supposedly South American woman, which was good. However, he felt a bit empty as he got outside, curly hair lazily pushed back -so it stood out a bit too much- and taking a seat on one of the couches, before curling up and putting the earplugs back into his ears.