Entering the lobby of Phink’s Paradise, I looked for the receptionist girl with the purple tips on her hair to inform her that I was going to be staying for another night. But she wasn’t there. Instead a man with bright blue silky slicked back hair sat behind the desk. He smiled as soon as he saw me. “You’re back! Are you already tired from exploring the city?”
Knowing I haven't seen or met him before, I stopped by the couch, a few feet away from the desk. Close enough that I can see every facial expression and body language he'll make, but far enough that there's a significant amount of distance between us.
I c****d my head to the side, noticing something strange. He smelled…odd. He smelled of the city smoke and every kind of meat there was. Breathing his scent in again, it changed into
