"I think so, yes." The question about England makes him look curiously at the blond stranger. Oh yes, he hasn't even introduced himself. He'll do that as soon as he could! "Inglaterra? Hm, well, I don't know if you could call us friends..."
Spain's history with Inglaterra, England, is very complicated. For centuries, they have fought and warred, brewing grudges and hate between them. And yet no matter how much they bled and struggled, they just couldn't seem to stay away. There's just always that odd and twisted push and pull between them and for a long time, Spain has had complicated feelings for the Island Nation who has taken so much from him. That's in the past, however, and nowadays he and England are mostly civil. They can actually talk pleasantly without coming into blows now. Is that considered friendship? Spain isn't ever really sure.
Pushing away the thoughts that the blond has given rise to, Spain redirects his attention back to this current conversation. "By the way, my name is Antonio." There is that introduction accompanied by a hand being held out to his present and new companion. "And you are?"
Kain is intrigued by the answer he receives, but out of consideration for the other man, he resists the urge to question him further about it. The dragoon himself is a rather private man; it doesn't do well for him to pry into the lives of others, he's always tried to believe. Of course, that does become difficult a value to reconcile with his inherit possessive streak, but he does the best he can.
He seems surprised when the other man introduces himself. Right. Manners. He's forgotten a lot of them living alone for so long outside of human company, it seems. He shakes and gives his name, "Kain. I apologize for my rudeness." And then he leaves it at that, no explanation given.
If Kain ever decides to ask him about such things, perhaps Spain can entertain such questions. Perhaps over some drinks. Yes, that type of social lubrication will make talking of these things easier. Maybe sometime they can do that. The Hotel provides such amenities so it wouldn't be a problem. It would just be a question of when and where.
"It's all right. I think we're both a bit preoccupied anyway." Spain answers with no fuss and a firm handshake.
The dragoon concedes to that with the slightest of nods before an idea strikes him.
"Do you have plans for the rest of the night?" Kain asks. When he was younger, he would not have thought seriously about making a proposition to one he just met, but with his growth in character, he's learning to gradually come back out of the hard outer shell that built up around him long ago. Though an individual who not only has eagerly sought to be alone before and, indeed, requires time in the company of no one but himself occasionally, the last thing he wants at the moment is to go back to his room and be subjected to the telltale sounds of other people be the furthest thing from alone.
Sometimes the walls of this hotel were despicably thin. Kain has taken to the other man with surprising ease, so what would be the harm of asking for company tonight? Perhaps he will hear more about the things that Antonio knows about the holiday's origins and about Inglaterra.
It also helps that Kain finds Spain's boyish charm ridiculously endearing and likes the sound of his voice.
Spain looks down at the bowl in his hands. Almost empty. His plate of pumpkin cookies has also emptied itself earlier that night. It would be easy enough to give away the candy and well, he's still dressed in his costume. The night's still young and really, it would be fun to hang around with his costume for a bit more. He's enjoying his ears quite a lot.
He shakes his head at Kain's question, those ears swaying gently with the movement. "Not really, no. Do you have something in mind?" He and Kain are getting along pretty well and he finds himself curious about his new, quiet friend. He'd love to spend more time with him and get to know him better.
Kain pauses briefly, considering their options. In this place, everything is designed to move people towards one specific goal, so the dragoon, though not opposed to the idea of it eventually, really is hesitant to suggest they find an interesting room to visit for fear of coming off as lecherous.
"I suppose that depends on how brave you feel," he answers honestly. "Exploring is always an option, however... I believe you're aware of the Hotel's intents. I don't wish to offend you or cause you discontent."
Kain's words resonate to him and Spain finds himself appreciating him more. It's rare to find a person in the Hotel who will actually speak the bare facts like that. While the Iberian Nation may be aware of the circumstances, despite how easygoing and oblivious he seems, it's nice how Kain is careful and considerate of him.
"Thank you, Kain," The Spaniard says with a sincere smile. This smile is less bright than his usual one, though probably more poignant. It's obvious in his smile that Kain has not only gained his interest, but also his genuine fondness and respect. "But I think I'll be all right. Exploring is a good idea, I think."
If things end up more... intimate than with how they started, Spain can't say he would really mind. As mentioned, he likes Kain already and well, he's definitely easy on the eyes.
The holy dragon knight arches a brow at the answer; apparently he's no less easily surprised when someone shows even mild interest in him of their own free will than he was as a young adult, barely out of his teens. He's always had the best poker face out in his group of friends though, so he quickly masks his genuine reaction by nodding coolly. Kain nearly places his hat back on his head so he could pull the brim low and have it aid in hiding his emotions, but he stops himself before he lifts his arm. It'll likely always be an exercise in self-discipline to be a less guarded man, but practice makes perfect and he fully intends for it to become less and less strenuous of one as time progresses. It's already not as difficult as it used to be for him.
"Very well. We'll take the elevator. I will wait out here for you while you prepare to leave your room."
Spain nods cheerfully at that and gives him a bit of wave. "Okay. I'll be there in a bit."
It's easy enough to give away the last lollipops; people around the Hotel seem to enjoy them easily enough. But of course this is the Love Hotel and trick or treat isn't as innocent as it usually is. Spain has to take his time with grabby and aggressive Hotel guests with the aphrodisiacs playing in the air. Oblivious as he usually is, it's a bit hard to miss when someone tries to kiss you while you just hand them a piece of candy. He's able to politely dodge the advances, though he's not so immune to the heat of their touches and looks anymore as time goes on.
Eventually, he's free to go and he makes his way down the hall towards his new friend to their meeting place by the elevator. He smiles to Kain when he sees him, his cheeks a bit flushed, "I didn't mean for it to take so long, I'm sorry."
Kain takes note of the red tint to Spain's face with curiosity and very mild worry. He wasn't exactly watching while Kain wandered off to rid himself of the candy he had left, so he hadn't seen the touchy-feely tendencies of the people the other man approached. His own group had seemed too preoccupied with each other and too intimidated by the dragoon to even attempt roping him into any of their romps, which was just as well considering that Kain is far from the type of man who is willing to share.
"Is something the matter, Antonio?" he asks as he moves to call the elevator, his eyes on the brunet still as he walks.
"Hm?" The Spaniard blinks at the blond dragoon curiously then gives him a reassuring smile. "No, I'm all right. Why? Don't I look okay?" He's feeling a bit warm, but then he usually feels like this in the Hotel. He doesn't really think about it much.
"So! Do you have any particular place you want to go?" There are so many places to see, such endless possibilities, that Spain hardly thinks he'll ever really see anything. He's been known to do a fair bit of exploration in the old days so it's natural that he would want to see what he could of a new place he finds himself in.
Spain's history with Inglaterra, England, is very complicated. For centuries, they have fought and warred, brewing grudges and hate between them. And yet no matter how much they bled and struggled, they just couldn't seem to stay away. There's just always that odd and twisted push and pull between them and for a long time, Spain has had complicated feelings for the Island Nation who has taken so much from him. That's in the past, however, and nowadays he and England are mostly civil. They can actually talk pleasantly without coming into blows now. Is that considered friendship? Spain isn't ever really sure.
Pushing away the thoughts that the blond has given rise to, Spain redirects his attention back to this current conversation. "By the way, my name is Antonio." There is that introduction accompanied by a hand being held out to his present and new companion. "And you are?"
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He seems surprised when the other man introduces himself. Right. Manners. He's forgotten a lot of them living alone for so long outside of human company, it seems. He shakes and gives his name, "Kain. I apologize for my rudeness." And then he leaves it at that, no explanation given.
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"It's all right. I think we're both a bit preoccupied anyway." Spain answers with no fuss and a firm handshake.
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"Do you have plans for the rest of the night?" Kain asks. When he was younger, he would not have thought seriously about making a proposition to one he just met, but with his growth in character, he's learning to gradually come back out of the hard outer shell that built up around him long ago. Though an individual who not only has eagerly sought to be alone before and, indeed, requires time in the company of no one but himself occasionally, the last thing he wants at the moment is to go back to his room and be subjected to the telltale sounds of other people be the furthest thing from alone.
Sometimes the walls of this hotel were despicably thin. Kain has taken to the other man with surprising ease, so what would be the harm of asking for company tonight? Perhaps he will hear more about the things that Antonio knows about the holiday's origins and about Inglaterra.
It also helps that Kain finds Spain's boyish charm ridiculously endearing and likes the sound of his voice.
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He shakes his head at Kain's question, those ears swaying gently with the movement. "Not really, no. Do you have something in mind?" He and Kain are getting along pretty well and he finds himself curious about his new, quiet friend. He'd love to spend more time with him and get to know him better.
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"I suppose that depends on how brave you feel," he answers honestly. "Exploring is always an option, however... I believe you're aware of the Hotel's intents. I don't wish to offend you or cause you discontent."
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"Thank you, Kain," The Spaniard says with a sincere smile. This smile is less bright than his usual one, though probably more poignant. It's obvious in his smile that Kain has not only gained his interest, but also his genuine fondness and respect. "But I think I'll be all right. Exploring is a good idea, I think."
If things end up more... intimate than with how they started, Spain can't say he would really mind. As mentioned, he likes Kain already and well, he's definitely easy on the eyes.
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"Very well. We'll take the elevator. I will wait out here for you while you prepare to leave your room."
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It's easy enough to give away the last lollipops; people around the Hotel seem to enjoy them easily enough. But of course this is the Love Hotel and trick or treat isn't as innocent as it usually is. Spain has to take his time with grabby and aggressive Hotel guests with the aphrodisiacs playing in the air. Oblivious as he usually is, it's a bit hard to miss when someone tries to kiss you while you just hand them a piece of candy. He's able to politely dodge the advances, though he's not so immune to the heat of their touches and looks anymore as time goes on.
Eventually, he's free to go and he makes his way down the hall towards his new friend to their meeting place by the elevator. He smiles to Kain when he sees him, his cheeks a bit flushed, "I didn't mean for it to take so long, I'm sorry."
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"Is something the matter, Antonio?" he asks as he moves to call the elevator, his eyes on the brunet still as he walks.
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"So! Do you have any particular place you want to go?" There are so many places to see, such endless possibilities, that Spain hardly thinks he'll ever really see anything. He's been known to do a fair bit of exploration in the old days so it's natural that he would want to see what he could of a new place he finds himself in.
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