<i><span style="font-family:Happy Monkey"><span style="font-size: 18px">With a hum of appreciation, Poe took the glass that was offered to him and politely removed the straw, setting it aside on the bar. Opening his slit mouth and unfurling his yellow orange tongue, he suckled up the very sweet and flavorful strawberry drink. As the couples divided into their two sections, Poe decided it was too tempting to want to lick and suck up the yummy subconscious energy coming from them all. He was on holiday! He was supposed to be relaxing! And already twice, he'd been threatened. It was probably best if he did seclude himself into his room for a bit.<br/>
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Sucking to the bottom of his glass, making a soft slurpy sound, then with dainty fingers, Poe removed the keycard from inside his wing-cloak. 1101. Eleventh floor. Then he'd have the benefit of being able to touch words on a screen in order to communicate his needs. <br/>
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Slipping off of his stool with a tiny burp, Poe left his empty glass on the bar and with keycard in hand, left to go use the elevator, riding it up to his designated floor. He knew what he wanted. A bloomin' onion. Oooh! Yum! With dipping sauce! As soon as he got to his room, that was what the little psychopomp ordered from the touchpad. Then he found the bed was very human sized, which made him happy, his 5' forcing him to climb up onto the mattress and the entire thing dwarfing him. Purring pleasantly to himself, he spread out in a starfish, barely able to reach any of the sides with hands or feet, his wings falling open to reveal glittering membranes colored like fading twilight.</span></span></i>