Did someone call for consentacles?

[expiration]

Hotel residents were increasingly difficult to surprise. Turn them into monsters one day, and they'd just bounce back the next. The longer they were kept imprisoned, the more they were able to take things in stride. How often had Hisoka and Rikku proven their resilience? They'd been transformed together, bodies twisted and minds reshaped until they were wholly different people entirely? And yet when the Hotel desired it, they'd reawaken in their own beds.

And so today, when Hisoka woke to find his flesh bubbling and increasingly boneless, the horror of it all barely registered. Instead, he opened the door into the hall while he was still able, limbs collapsing into one another until his walk became more of a slither.

In twenty minutes, there was a thumping against Rikku's door. Hisoka wasn't yet so far gone that he stopped resembling himself, instead looking like some kind of squidman, a nude torso that burst into dozens of tentacles from the waist down. He didn't bother explaining the semantics of it when Rikku finally opened the door, assuming she would accept it as he had.

"Tsuzuki doesn't have enough holes," was the only explanation he provided.