[ Venera had been a complete shitshow. There's really no other way to look at it, not unless the Kenoma want to lie to themselves. They managed to find a solution to the infection, sure, but everything else about their week there — the investigation, their reunion with the Pleroma, the distribution of the cure, the Entity that capped it all — it was a complete shitshow, and Howl is in his own hurry to move on and forget about it.
And after his forced induction into the world of brothels by none other than Dionys, the most beautiful and desires woman in the city, his increasingly go-to method of forgetting himself is women. After his return to Achamoth, he spent only a few hours in his room before leaving again.
It's later that night, when Howl is lounging half-naked in a private room during a break, that one of the brothel's support staff peeks her head into the room and asks whether "the other Aion man, in the other room" is meant to be with Howl... and whether she ought to be putting everything on the same bill, because, (and with much denigrating and apologizing for having to bring this problem to him,) the other Aion does not seem to have any money on him at the moment.
This makes Howl blink. It's not so strange for another Aion to be here, it being one of the most highly regarded brothels in the city, but an Aion with no coin on hand...? If one pushed their weight around enough, flashed their Shard at enough managers, one could get whatever services one desired here for free... but Howl can't think of any Kenomas who would actually do that. Not when money is so easy for them to come by. One of the newer Aions he hasn't met yet, maybe...?
A few minutes later, there's a sharp and commanding rap at Amos' door. Having already confirmed with the staff member that the Aion within was not currently in the midst of services, he does not hesitate to simply open the door a few seconds after his knock, telling himself that he's given the man within sufficient time to pull a bedsheet over himself if he really needed to.
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And after his forced induction into the world of brothels by none other than Dionys, the most beautiful and desires woman in the city, his increasingly go-to method of forgetting himself is women. After his return to Achamoth, he spent only a few hours in his room before leaving again.
It's later that night, when Howl is lounging half-naked in a private room during a break, that one of the brothel's support staff peeks her head into the room and asks whether "the other Aion man, in the other room" is meant to be with Howl... and whether she ought to be putting everything on the same bill, because, (and with much denigrating and apologizing for having to bring this problem to him,) the other Aion does not seem to have any money on him at the moment.
This makes Howl blink. It's not so strange for another Aion to be here, it being one of the most highly regarded brothels in the city, but an Aion with no coin on hand...? If one pushed their weight around enough, flashed their Shard at enough managers, one could get whatever services one desired here for free... but Howl can't think of any Kenomas who would actually do that. Not when money is so easy for them to come by. One of the newer Aions he hasn't met yet, maybe...?
A few minutes later, there's a sharp and commanding rap at Amos' door. Having already confirmed with the staff member that the Aion within was not currently in the midst of services, he does not hesitate to simply open the door a few seconds after his knock, telling himself that he's given the man within sufficient time to pull a bedsheet over himself if he really needed to.
...
"Oh. Amos! Good evening!"