Caridad
"No. I am going to sleep on the floor, I don't mind about it being uncomfortable. One more reason for you to sleep in bed, if you are used to it, at least today you will be able to sleep comfortably."

Mai crossed her arms as a way of showing Horace that she wouldn't give up easily, she probably wouldn't go to sleep until she knew he would be comfortable sleeping in bed. She looked around the room again, a strange but good feeling taking over her. Her room was certainly different from the one she is staying in, and it made her wonder how things could change in a matter of time. *What future would you have, huh?* She laughed lightly before looking around the room again.

"While you make your bed, I will look out the window for some fresh air."

Mai removed her black coat and put it on the table beside the bed, now leaving only the normal clothes she wore most of the time, though now they would be a little wrinkled. She would walk over to Horace and look into the chest, seeing the mask that the elf didn't seem to care much about. Before she could look out the window, she would kneel in front of the chest and take the mask with both hands, her thumbs sliding gently over its material. After a brief moment she would sigh and get up, still holding the mask. The smell of rain coming from the window would make the room cool and a little cold, a gentle breeze coming at them. Mai sat on top of the closed chest and looked out the window, laying her arms on the window and resting her head on her arms, her eyes focused on the mask in her hands.
Doug
"You can take the floor if you want, but just know i want be getting the bed either. It'd be a waste, so just take it already. I can always rent the room again tomorrow if i want to sleep comfortably, its fine.*
*Horace would sigh slightly, putting a hand on his hip while holding his head with the other. He'd never really noticed before, but Mai was extremely stubborn. Or Horace was just bad at convincing her, either one made sense. Though it seemed like Mai was already moving on, so he might as well too. Another sigh would escape from the elf as he'd turn, approaching a wall. His back resting against the dusty oak walling before sliding down to the floorboards. A small creak sounding off as he hit the floor, sitting down.*

*One knee would be raised up to his face, the other laid against the floor. The elf himself would be staring down at the floor as he thought. Random thoughts, about now and then, here and later. All until a sudden urge began to act up again, his right hand beginning to twitch randomly. "F-fuck, not again... I already stole for the night, how am i not satisfied!? Just s-stop, i need to sleep!" Thought the elf. Though he wasn't sure who he was talking to. Whether it was himself or something or someone within him. A second voice if you will... The elf would begin to struggle with the urge silently, both within and without. His left hand moving to restrain his right as his itch came back.*
Andrew
*Meanwhile, Mai would be picking up the strange white mask. Left behind by an unknown person, who possibly forgot it or left it intentionally. Whatever the reason was, it was definitely strange. A dark, and almost menacing aura appearing from the mask, though hard to notice. Sitting down on the chest and staring at the window would allow Mai time to think. Though it seemed the mask would never leave her sight. As such, a strange happening would occur as Mai looked on. Whatever thoughts and emotions she seemed to have were then painted onto the mask. Its form morphing slightly into one that resembled a fox mask. Only one ear was broken off, a sign of Mai's resentment for her own race. The mask would grown blueish with seemingly random streaks and shapes forming in a variety of colors. One of them would be obvious, a white snow flake representing Mai's calm and coldness. Though it was still incredibly strange to witness. Though Horace himself wouldn't seem to notice, too caught up in his own vices.*