It’s absolutely Lambert fake boyfriending his way into perks, though at the joke, his smirk can’t help but falter a little before he recovers.
“Trust me,” he says, a little wry. “He won’t even notice I’m gone.”
With that cryptic little statement, he’s turning to push his way into the spa without further ado. The bored-looking receptionist is a girl who’d be rather ordinary if her hair didn’t appear to be made exclusively of octopus tentacles. As the entrance spell beeps to alert the spa staff of new customers, she looks up with the hurried guilt of teenagers caught being irresponsible everywhere, smoothing it over with a brightness as glossy as her lipstick.
“Welcome to Shabondamashell, home to the award-winning Golden Shell treatment and the only certified giant snail masseuses in the city!” she trills. “How may I help you today?”
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“Trust me,” he says, a little wry. “He won’t even notice I’m gone.”
With that cryptic little statement, he’s turning to push his way into the spa without further ado. The bored-looking receptionist is a girl who’d be rather ordinary if her hair didn’t appear to be made exclusively of octopus tentacles. As the entrance spell beeps to alert the spa staff of new customers, she looks up with the hurried guilt of teenagers caught being irresponsible everywhere, smoothing it over with a brightness as glossy as her lipstick.
“Welcome to Shabondamashell, home to the award-winning Golden Shell treatment and the only certified giant snail masseuses in the city!” she trills. “How may I help you today?”