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"Alright, just take your time. You needn't decide by tonight, it can hold off until tomorrow." Marth smiled at her.

“Alright. Where are we staying in the meantime?”

"There's a small hotel nearby if you'd like to stay there."

“Yeah, that’ll work.” Wisteria was glad she had a lot of money from all her successful missions, and she had never failed a single one in her 20 years in the field.

Marth headed towards the hotel, booking them a room. "It ain't the best in the city, but it'll do for the night." Heading up in his room, he removed his armor, wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt underneath.

The teen -in angel years- took her things to her own room, only unpacking what she would need for the night and morning to come. Once she was settled, she used magic to make the device contact Derek Roman.

“Yes?” a man asked, obviously multitasking over the line.

“I have a question…”

Marth was busy recleaning his armor, using the same solution she told him about, the red splotches of blood made it look fairly dull, "Red and blue...a disgusting combo.... Who am I to talk? The inside of my cape is red..." He continued mumbling to himself for a few hours.

(Time skip to the morning? o V o )

(Aye.)

Wisteria was up at 5:30 in the morning, and she had just completed her morning stretches, 2-mile-jog, and hygiene routines at 7:15. She already had her things re-packed and ready to go.

Marth had started doing his own stretches in his room, getting cleaned up and ready for the day, snapping the cape to the back as he headed out of his room, everything else was ready.

(Does Wisteria do a 10km run, 100 push-ups, and 100 sit ups every day?)

(Just about, yeah. Well, every morning and night. She also jogs a mile between lunch and her next scheduled activity.)

(Now, if she was bald, she'd be able to destroy anything in one punch )

(…. I don’t know how I missed that before. I’ma die laughing!)

(Lmao. Let's not die yet.)

The angel waited for him in the lobby, having handed the attendant her room key.

"Good morning, Wisteria. I hope you slept well." Marth smiled as he came into the lobby, handing the attendant his key.

“Not really,” she answered literally. “I was up all night because I don’t know this area well enough to relax my mind, and my body follows my brain’s lead.”

"Sorry to hear that." Marth smiled slightly, "Have you made a decision on the trip?" He put on his gloves and was looking pretty fresh.