[He jolts backward from the door with his hands raising to the sides of his head, taking a quick few steps out of Viktor's way to allow him into the room. The flurry of motion made his head spin for a moment, but luckily he had stepped backward to where he could lean briefly against a wall and close his eyes. He inhales, and laughs softly at his coach's dismay over the pet policy.]
They had the pet policy stated before the room was booked, Viktor.
[He pushes off the wall and lowers his hands back to his sides, smoothing his palms along the thighs of his pants awkwardly. He starts to explain the bed situation, when-- Cold? He pauses in his fidgety motions to bring up their sleeping conundrum, tilting his head.]
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They had the pet policy stated before the room was booked, Viktor.
[He pushes off the wall and lowers his hands back to his sides, smoothing his palms along the thighs of his pants awkwardly. He starts to explain the bed situation, when-- Cold? He pauses in his fidgety motions to bring up their sleeping conundrum, tilting his head.]
Cold? No, not especially... Are you?
[Viktor was so odd sometimes.]