Chapter 8 (1/2)
Studious diligence
The good thing about this job was that there was no need for him to loiter around the lobby making small talk with anyone; other than welcoming guests, Feisha was almost always off duty.
The bad thing about this job was that he had no idea what he could do with so much free time. There was no internet, no TV, no phones, not even another person to chat with. If he could, Feisha would really like to get a telephone company to drag a cord here; of course, it’d be great if they could drag him out in the process as well. He walked leisurely to his room, discovering upon arrival Hughes standing outside of his door with an armful of books.
Short, golden-brown hair, a gentle smile. It suddenly occurred to Feisha that perhaps Hughes was actually more attractive than Dea. At least he wouldn’t do stupid things like stuffing a button into the ground.
“How was it today?” Hughes asked considerately.
“It went well.” Feisha proudly patted his chest. “From now on, werewolves are man’s second best friend- after the invisible folk of course.” As the sole human representative on Noah’s Ark, Feisha naturally reserved the right to speak on behalf of humankind.
Now that he thought about it, wasn’t he basically an ambassador?
That’d make him a pretty high-ranking official.
Hughes handed him the books. “These are the files you wanted on our past guests.”
Feisha joyously took the books over, exclaiming, “Are these all the guests that have ever come here?” Rather than being happy about the chance to learn, Feisha was overjoyed at the prospect of finally having something to do. Ever since first starting to work in hotels, he’d always enjoyed browsing the database. Occasionally, he’d uncover an outlandish profile that forced him to unleash his imagination.
For example, a couple were arguing in their room, naked and with the curtains wide open in the building opposite to the hotel. A complaint was filed by a guest who had the unfortunate timing and room position to witness the whole thing. Feisha still didn’t understand how this concerned him exactly. What did the guest want him to do, ask a pair of strangers to stop arguing?
Hughes shook his head. “No, these are only from the last ten years. If you want all of the documents, you’d need a few dozen rooms to hold them.”
Oh, right, this was the oldest hotel in the world. “Have you maybe considered storing your information in a digital database?” Even if there was no internet, at least he could play a few rounds of minesweeper or solitaire.
“Why?”
“Because then you wouldn’t forget any information about past guests. You can just look up anyone you need information on, it’s very convenient.”
“But I can remember everything even without a computer.”
“…Didn’t you say that you’ve been working here for almost three thousand years?” Feisha said, shocked.
“Mm.”
“And you can remember every single guest within those three thousand years!?”
Hughes smiled. “I remember the first guest whose room I cleaned was called Alamoon.”
“…Why do all werewolf names have something to do with the moon?”
“The werewolf race almost went extinct, once. The hero that saved them was called Serena “Bunny” Moon, so to commemorate him the werefolk like to add something of the kind to their names.”
Serena? An image of a sailor uniform-wearing girl with pigtails who proclaimed the name of the moon before every fight came to mind. Uh, it’s hard to imagine a buff guy like Antonio needing her protection.
“Are you okay?” Hughes inquired at his twitching expression. Feisha forced himself to stop thinking about it, and asked-
“Does this hotel have any VIPs?”
“Of course- Lord Lucifer, Lord Cain… It’s quite rare for them to visit though.”
Oh man, these are all legendary figures. Listening to the names made Feisha want to meet them, asking, “Why don’t they come?”
“Because the Novem Union haven’t had a meeting for a long, long time,” explained Hughes.
“The Novem Union? Does this have anything to do with that Liberation Resistance thing?”
“How do you know about the Liberation Resistance?” Hughes asked, surprised.
“Asa mentioned it before beating up that pig-head Darhk.”
“The ‘Liberation Resistance’ is a group that opposes the NU. They oppose the peace treaty that is currently in place to allow mingling between the nine worlds. They believe that heaven and hell cannot peacefully coexist, and that different species such as vampires and the invisible folk should not be together.”
A quiet scoff came behind Feisha, who whipped around to find a purple tailcoat-clad Gin standing elegantly behind them, rose bouquet in hand. His golden hair shone under the lights.
“Those bastards in the so-called Liberation Resistance are nothing but scammers who profit off membership fees. You can tell by the way they made a rule saying that you have to call people assholes instead of bitches, just to lure more werewolves into joining” Gin said scornfully.
“So you’d rather be called a bitch rather than an asshole?”
Gin spoke through gritted teeth. “You know, humans have always been the most fragile creatures here on Noah’s Ark.”
“Yeah, so everybody needs to cherish me,” Feisha said without pause.
Gin was taken aback at his sheer shamelessness.
Gaze flickering between his two companions, Feisha made to leave. “You guys have fun, I’ll be looking over files in my room.”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to do that with you,” said Hughes, smiling.
“Huh?” Gin’s face looked about the same colour as his clothing.
“Why don’t you have a look at the files?” suggested Hughes.
Feisha flipped to a random page and paused.
“It’s all recorded in the language of the invisible folk.”
Feisha gave Gin an apologetic look. Gin’s knuckles were white around the roses, crushing some of the petals, but the expression he had was akin to that of a kicked puppy.
“Don’t interrupt us,” Hughes said, ignoring Gin’s pitiful expression and making to enter Feisha’s room.
“Interrupt you!? What exactly will you be doing in there? The room’s too small; it’ll be really cramped,” Gin’s shrieked, throwing his arms out in front of the door and refusing to budge. Hughes pulled at Feisha’s arm.
“My room’s fine as well, I have a dictionary there.”
Gin followed them like a shadow. Hughes stopped walking and turned around.