[ Excuse?? Of course he woke up here too. Not today, no, but about a year ago, and he didn’t jump anyone. Which is what he’s about to say, cheeks puffed, when the other man accuses him of being the culprit behind all of this. An accusation that makes Rokurou laugh, a rich sound from the chest, indignation swiftly popped like a cheap balloon. ]

Me? If I was your kidnapper, I would have done a better job than this.

[ He certainly wouldn’t have left the guy untied and fallen asleep in the same room. No, his companion would have been hog-tied, gagged, and tossed in a corner somewhere. Much less glitz and glam… though potentially more clothes. ]

Cover up, I can see through your robe. [ he tosses the blanket from the bed down, ] You can call me elder brother, or Senior Rokurou. I’ve been here longer than you have.

[ He puffs up with some pride. Not only has he been in the resort for a year, he’s been a daemon for three. This young looking guy is his junior so he’ll act as his mentor. ]