"Oh, I don't know shit about magic. But I just thought like, if you have magic making the hotel look not all burned down and destroyed and that magic is starting to come apart, it'd make sense wouldn't it? If doors lead to weird places. Because maybe where you and I are standing is nothing more than ashy framework underneath all the illusion and it's getting harder for whoever's doing the spell to keep the layout straight..." Dylan pats the door frame, giving it a light push. It doesn't come toppling down, so maybe the hotel really is in tact. He doesn't know. It's just a working theory.
He shrugs. "Then again, maybe not. But to answer your question, yeah. You're the first one to show up like this. Not gonna complain if you set the pattern of hot men barging into my bathroom unannounced. Maybe the next one will join me in the shower. Talk about taking the prize behind door number one."
A playful smile warms the edge of his lips and he leans against the counter. "I'm Dylan, by the way."
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He shrugs. "Then again, maybe not. But to answer your question, yeah. You're the first one to show up like this. Not gonna complain if you set the pattern of hot men barging into my bathroom unannounced. Maybe the next one will join me in the shower. Talk about taking the prize behind door number one."
A playful smile warms the edge of his lips and he leans against the counter. "I'm Dylan, by the way."