Post-beginning of the blackout shenanigans, Kaito was still in the lobby, still bundled up in his jacket, ear-warming headband, gloves, and scarf (that Biz had deemed as his own personal blanket and had buried himself into as the temperature in the inn closely plummeted), and still grumbling irritatedly to himself as he plopped down on the nearest couch. By now, his vision had adjusted to the dark, but since the power had gone out and the system for assigning new guests rooms was offline, the (obviously stressed) desk receptionists had asked everyone waiting to check in to wait until they could sort things out.

This, of course, meant that poor Kaito had nowhere to go for the time being. And considering how cold, exhausted, and miserable he was... that wasn't a good thing.

With a sigh, the magician laid his bag on the ground next to the couch he had commandeered and stretched out haphazardly on his new bed, head resting against one of the arm rests and leg hanging over the edge. Biz poked his head out from underneath the scarf and let out a small cry, before scurrying back into the warmth of the fabric.