[ of course he's being vague. what's the fun of warning hiyori before something happens to him? he'll find out himself. hopefully leona isn't around if it does; though he'd be happy to scoop up an easy card. he's not above taking advantage of situations like that when it's not his fault that people end up being a little more touchy-feely after having the wrong food or drink. thankfully things are labeled... usually. not always. it's what has allowed leona to survive here.

laziness in golden peacock is punished in the worst ways, as he stated. he's just not willing to give all of his info out. everyone who is new has to learn the same way he did. it's only fair~ ]

Guard dog? [ snorts! ] If ya end up bein' dead weight, I'll just leave ya for the wolves.

[ the imaginary ones because as far as he knows... no puppies here. otherwise he might've tried to assert his dominance on them by now. ]

Some of it's been spiked with stuff. Dunno what else to tell ya. Can't smell it, can't taste it. Will say this though, in most of the cafeterias and cafes and bakeries, they label it appropriately. So they're 'nice' in that way.

[ opening them once hiyori gets close enough, he notes how the hall is empty. pristine. probably one of the nicer ones that he's seen? plenty of gold trim and lace on tables. something he'd believe was only reserved for true newlyweds... or the higher ranked players of the game.

his tail flicks as he finishes scouting the area outside of their room. ]

In a way, I'd think the people who have graciously allowed us to stay aren't bein' complete assholes. But I ain't naive.