all my rps are dead so I'm making another one

Argo nodded, stepping off the bus and pausing for a moment to wait for Yeon. "It's enormous. We have a hotel, casino, and apartment district all in one area. It's the biggest housing area in the states as far as I'm aware."

James hums, "And of course you haven't even met Xiang. He's the biggest trouble maker out of all of them." He shakes his head, humming in thought, "How are you at cooking?" He asks suddenly.

Sean huffs then chokes slightly, "Cooking?"

"Yes, you heard me. Cooking. C-O-O-K-I-N-G." He rolls his eyes, "Well? Can you?" He asks curiously. "Because quite honestly I'm done with Alfred making things explode."

"Yes, you heard me. Cooking. C-O-O-K-I-N-G." He rolls his eyes, "Well? Can you?" He asks curiously. "Because quite honestly I'm done with Alfred making things explode."

"Uh… I can do moderate?" Sean was slightly taken aback, "Why?"

"I'm offering you a job. Mainly due to the fact that I only cook breakfast, Oliver needs a break, Xiang is often running around and causing trouble… and as you can see, Alfred manages to make things explode."

"Uh… Riight?" Sean looks at the door

"You're welcome to decline, but it's fair pay, about 12 bucks an hour." He mutters, glancing at the male.

Argo nodded, trying to consciously slow down so Yeon wouldn't have to run after him. Damn long legs. He led them towards a large garden in the center of a roundabout in front of the nearest building, with a sign in the yard that read "Basilisk Hotels."

"12 dollars per hour," Michi mused to himself. "That's quite a lot for cooking."

Sean thinks for a moment then, "Yes?"

James nods, "You'll start tomorrow. Be here by at least 9 am. Ollie is lenient for the time to be here."

"Uh… Just like that? Why? What?"

"Honestly, I'm tired of Alfred blowing things up and Ollie needs a break." he says, shrugging.

Argo nodded, walking up to the large, automatic glass doors. "I don't have the most lavish room, but it certainly is nicer than some of the lower class rooms." He made a face of disgust. "You have no idea the things I've accidentally seen or walked in on."

"So then Im taking their jobs."

"No, you're helping out." He says, chuckling a little bit. "I work here too, Oliver and I shift days."

"Sure the rooms are nice. But most of the lower class consists of people drugged out of their minds, thieves, and people who have no general respect for other people. But that all depends on what floor you get," he said, stopping in the middle of the lobby. It was enormous, all white tile and dark blue with gold accents. "What would you like to see first? There's the cafe, the restaurants, the balcony garden," he said, listing off a few of the most popular areas

"Oh really."

Argo smiled. "That actually happens to be my favorite part of the hotel. And it's right above my floor as well," he said, moving to walk towards the elevator

"If you'd like it to be," Argo said, his face turning a little red again as he stepped into the elevator

"Balcony garden first then. It's actually rather nice this time of year. Almost everything is in bloom," Argo said as he pressed the button for the very top floor. As the elevator began to ascend, he suddenly realized something. He would have to take Yeon to the parallel to get to his room. And if his reaction to his being a demon was anything to go off of, the broken physics it would take to get there would probably cause him to freak out

(no he would screech 'nOT IN MY GODDAMN LOBBY' before running away and hiding in a closet. but there's also a small chance that he would use his magic to make sure they didn't have any interruptions lmao)
Argo, lost in thought as he watched the elevator ascend through the glass walls, glanced over at Yeon when he cracked a seemingly random smile. "What?" he asked