Identical Tattoos

✿~Ancient artifact~✿

"Can I go and at least change into comfy wears?" I asked, wearing my bathrobe still.

Nate sighed. "Sully, do you mind?"

He shook his head and did a 'come on' gesture in the air.

I followed and further to the elevator again to go down my to my level. When we reached my room to pull the card key into the card reader, Sully decided to enter the room too.

"So? What are you waiting for? We haven't got the whole night," he says urgently.

I rub my forehead.

"Do u mind turning around when I change, thanks."

He cleared his throat, adjusting himself.

"Oh, yeah... but hurry up."

"I need to prepare some stuff while I'm here", I dragged on.

"Just do it, will you", he sighs heavily before putting a new, classy cigar in the corner of his mouth. Those iconic Sully cigars that I've seen plenty of times throughout the game series. 

It was inappropriate to change my clothes while he stood there, even with his back turned to me. So, what I did is to grab my wears in a pile, and walk my way to the bathroom. There, I could at least change at peace. When I was done changing into my sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt, I grabbed the soap which was the hotel's toiletries, lathered a huge amount of foam in my palms, and rubbed gently on to my skin, to rinse it with water afterward. It was refreshing. The water perked me up, coming to sense again. I took a clean, white towel thereafter, next to the sink to dry my face, and tied my hair into a sloppy ponytail.

*Door knocking*

"Are u alright in there?" I hear Sully asking.

"Coming!" As I hurriedly open the door, facing him.

"It was about time."

"Are we heading upstairs again?"

"Don't wanna hurt ya feelings, yes we are."

I shook my head in despair. This is crazy. Being observed all the time didn't feel right at all. I take a final look at my so-called "rental room" which I couldn't take the slightest advantage of when I saw my smartphone on the bed.

"My phone!" I shout and run back to pick it up.

"Not sure if that's a good idea."

"But I need to call my mom. She's very worried!"

Sully was doubtful at first. He twirled the end of his mustache between his thumb and forefinger before he gave an answer.

"Alright! Bring it, but, in one condition tho. You've gotta ask the guys if that's approving."

I roll my eyes. The fact that I have to have "their" permission to even breathe, was gnawing on my nerves. I still couldn't believe that they were real.

"Fine, whatever..." I mumbled low, putting it in my pocket to move on and out from the room. So did he.

*Back to their crib*

When we came back to their room, Sam was back too, participating in forecasting and scheduling the map and upcoming plans. They both aimed their focus at us as we arrived. I was standing in the corner, a bit shy of wearing my pajamas in front of them (especially Sam).