[ An unconscious Rosette is far easier to keep track of than a conscious one, if Chrono is counting his blessings, and he can't help a stab of relief when he finds her passed out in the hotel room, safely away from drug rings and gambling tables and things of a far more lascivious nature that he isn't even contemplating too closely.
And yet, it's well into morning.
It's practically afternoon.
He pads toward the bed, frowning, hair unbounded and customary jacket still draped over a chair somewhere. ]
obligatory A . . .
And yet, it's well into morning.
It's practically afternoon.
He pads toward the bed, frowning, hair unbounded and customary jacket still draped over a chair somewhere. ]
Rosette? Hey.