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Curiousity

Zachary stepped out of the car, stretching his arms upwards and groaning, a little louder than he'd expected to. But right now wasn't the time for embarrassment or regret over such small actions, the drive to this hotel was one of the worst car rides of Zachary's life.

Angello was cute - Zachary thought he was - and definitely had to be smart if he was a successful assassin at just 19 years old. But he was an absolutely horrible passenger, specifically with the fact that he often yelled at random drivers, or pointed to random things, he'd even criticized Zachary's driving, both in Spanish and English. He was basically a massive distraction, and Zachary went a whole 5 or 6 hour drive sitting next to that, and what made it even more difficult was the fact that Angello couldn't drive, but wasn't afraid to criticize.

He was seriously relieved the drive was over, now they'd sleep at this hotel and head to Sparrows tommorow.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, already daydreaming about ordering food, warm towels, a nice hot bath. Maybe they'd go to the suite, so they both have their own privacy.

Zachary would lay in bed with just his boxers on and think about the meaning of life, and Angello would probably wear those silver booty-shorts of his, or really whatever he wore while relaxing.

Zachary opened his eyes once again and flinched as soon as he looked down, as Angello had simply appeared in front of him. That did cause him to question his past interactions with Angello, and how all his movements were silent.
Not quiet, but silent.

It was odd, he definitely wanted to ask Angello about it, but maybe after they both got some rest.

"Let's go." Zachary declared.
He locked the rented car and followed Angello into the hotel, watching his movements.

Angello walked in very short steps, but so quick that his legs somehow became blurry? And that wasn't possible without a power.
Zachary had his suspicions about Angello having a power, but the problem was the fact he wasn't sure what it might be. It wasn't super speed, or maybe it was super speed he could concentrate in specific areas.
He'd ask him when they were up at their hotel room, now he just had to focus on not getting recognized, because his dad owned this place.
Why else would he know about it after all.

They both arrived at the front desk, Angello crossed his arms and stood a bit behind Zachary.

"Hi Mr. Willow, the suite for today?" the administrator asked.

Zachary cleared his throat, "Who's this Mr. Willow you speak of?" he asked, in a voice much deeper than his own.

The administrator gave him and awkward smile, then she glanced at Angello, "Uh- It's you?" she said as she looked at Zachary again, and nervously chuckling.

"I'll take the suite- and I might slip an extra hundred dollars in there in case my dad uh- happens to ask any questions." Zachary explained slowly as he pulled out his wallet.

"Sir- We can't disclose personal information about our guests," she paused, "To anyone. Unless something unusual happens."

"Mhm.." Zachary narrowed his eyes, his cheeks turning bright red now, "I'll slip an extra hundred in there for your patience then."

After recieving the keys to their room, a very embarrassed Zachary and unbothered Angello walked towards where the elevators were.