Shokomaru had checked into the hotel early after his flight. The Phoenix of course had made certain his reservation was accurate. However, verifying such would take a moment, so if Daigotsu-sama could please be patient-

He hadn't listened to the rest. He just found a place to sit down.

And quickly ZZZzzzZZZZ

"Daigotsu-sama."

The voice was a woman's. Was it gunso Tama? Was he late for another meeting?

"ano..Daigotsu-sama...?"

No, he'd have been dragged off the couch by now if it were important.

Something touched his shoulder lightly. One eye flung open looking very serious.

The concierge stepped back and bowed.

"Your reservation has been verified." she held a densai out for him to wave his chop at. A little groggy he did so.

"Thank you", Shokomaru said, suppressing a hard yawn. "Have the bellhop take the bag to my room." He reached into his pocket for a cigarette, cursed himself for being inside the hotel, then instead drew his documents from the shuttle again to read over them fully this time. The concierge's steps faded back to the reception desk and he began reading.

Heavy eyes narrowed heavily at the letter from the clan's leadership structure. Heavily narrowed.

He needed to distract himself and so went back to Tama's letter. And only found his brain swimming in helplessness, frustration and slowly simmering rage. He could barely make sense of it. Clearly something had been flung into the hotel lounge from the outside, some manner of dust that got stuck in his eye, as he had to rub them suddenly.

Right when he needed her around, she was wishing him well on his betrothal.

What a joke.

He'd have to thank some fortune or another later. This was comedy to anyone on the outside of the situation he supposed.

Placing the letters back in his coat he stared at the ceiling for a good long while.

zzZZZzzz