Elio dropped his bag, it making a thud on the floor as he crossed his arms over his chest, surveying the room as a bit of a smirk crept up on his lips. “There’s only one bed, hm?” Without letting you get a word in, he took advantage of the moment and sprawled out on it, arms behind his head, legs crossed over each other as he didn’t even bother to move his luggage. “You can take the floor or bathtub. The bed’s mine. Oh, and pick up my luggage off the floor.” He sat up, smirking in a smug way that made you want to punch his teeth out. “Actually, I’ll do it myself. Wouldn’t want my good shirts to be ruined by your filthy hands.”
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