[ Did the two con men just get conned? That's what it's looking like to Ernesto right now. As Dokja races off to argue about their accommodations, Ernesto is sighing and moving into the room to take a look around.
It's the first proper roof over their heads that they'll have had in a while, but it is absolutely tiny. There isn't really even enough space for one of them to take the bed, and the other to take the floor without a lot of serious shifting of furniture, and he's not sure the proprietors of this place would like if they did that.
Then again, they did just promise them a room with two beds while giving them one, so honestly they can deal with whatever choices Dokja and Ernesto make with room rearrangements.
With a heavy sigh now that he's on his own, Ernesto does at least let him drop sideways across the bed, face first into the sheets. He's keeping it together well, but this entire thing has been rough, and time alone has been a luxury they literally can't afford right now. Even if it's just for two minutes while Dokja yells about wanting a discount on their crappy room, Ernesto is taking those two minutes to let the weight of everything crush him while he smothers himself with cheap, thread worn bed sheets.
He did not expect a shitty room in a sketchy inn to be his last straw. ]
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It's the first proper roof over their heads that they'll have had in a while, but it is absolutely tiny. There isn't really even enough space for one of them to take the bed, and the other to take the floor without a lot of serious shifting of furniture, and he's not sure the proprietors of this place would like if they did that.
Then again, they did just promise them a room with two beds while giving them one, so honestly they can deal with whatever choices Dokja and Ernesto make with room rearrangements.
With a heavy sigh now that he's on his own, Ernesto does at least let him drop sideways across the bed, face first into the sheets. He's keeping it together well, but this entire thing has been rough, and time alone has been a luxury they literally can't afford right now. Even if it's just for two minutes while Dokja yells about wanting a discount on their crappy room, Ernesto is taking those two minutes to let the weight of everything crush him while he smothers himself with cheap, thread worn bed sheets.
He did not expect a shitty room in a sketchy inn to be his last straw. ]