Moxxie, duffel bag and all, swiftly made her way up the stairs and into the well-lit hallway to find her room. Little did she know, Marco wasn't that far behind.
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He debated whether or not he wanted to actually speak to her or not and after beating himself up about it, he finally decided to make his move. He quickly paced down the hall to try and catch up with her.
He cleared his throat as loud as he possibly could to try to get her attention. Moxxie quickly turned around and only smiled.
Marco awkwardly giggled, trying to keep his cool.
"What's up?" asked Moxxie cheerfully.
"Damn it! She made first contact, I didn't plan for this!" Marco internally yelled at himself.
He had to be smooth. He had to be calm.
Moxxie cocked her head in confusion as she watched the poor teenager breakdown in front of her, causing her to chuckle a bit.
"The name's Moxxie! What about you?" She asked.
Marco looked up as his hair was practically matted to his forehead with sweat.
"M-Marco." He stammered, a slight shake in his voice which was slowly killing his confidence.
She bowed in a traditional Japanese fashion and reached down to pick up her bag when she was stopped.
"Allow me." Marco offered as he stooped down and picked it up, slinging it around his shoulder.
"What room?" He asked
"Room 24" she replied
Marco puffed his chest out and made his way down the hall, halfway waddling and halfway marching like a penguin in a military uniform.
Moxxie was still skipping behind him ( stopping every 7 seconds to admire the old-timer, wooden-framed paintings. ) in hot pursuit as the trek to Room 24 was coming to a close.