God damn stairs
[He stumbles in, breathing heavily and clutching his chest with his free hand. The room is only on the third floor, but twenty years behind a desk hasn't exactly done wonders for his physique, and the stairways were just a little more than he could handle. He drops his luggage onto the more than ample double-bed and looks around, taking a breather. He must have been one of the luckier guests, as the room is definitely on the luxurious side.
Still panting slightly, he sits down on the bed, feeling the mattress. He's not very pleased with the bed, as it means that he and his room mate will have to sleep close to one another, but it will have to do. If it doesn't work out, he will just sleep on the floor.
Gil adjusts his tie and smooths his hair, then leans back against the pillows, resting his hands in his lap. He really doesn't feel like doing anything while he waits for his room mate, mainly because of his anxiousness to see who it is.]
Still panting slightly, he sits down on the bed, feeling the mattress. He's not very pleased with the bed, as it means that he and his room mate will have to sleep close to one another, but it will have to do. If it doesn't work out, he will just sleep on the floor.
Gil adjusts his tie and smooths his hair, then leans back against the pillows, resting his hands in his lap. He really doesn't feel like doing anything while he waits for his room mate, mainly because of his anxiousness to see who it is.]