His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
If only books were the only things making a mess of your house. There's another minute of hesitation as you consider trying to nope out of this whole situation... and then you sigh in resignation, fishing a key out of your pocket and fixing it in the lock. It jiggles a moment before popping open, the door swinging quietly in.
"Ki! I'm home, an' we got company."
Your front door opens to reveal a homey, if somewhat spartan, space. The main feature of your house is a large wooden table, on which there is spread a number of maps and some empty steins that once held ale. Off to the side, the kitchen houses a number of dirty dishes; a well-worn couch sits on the other side of the space, near the staircase that leads to your room. This, too, features a small table, with some half-carved wooden and coral structures next to a collection of tools.
There are two doors leading off the side. "Bathroom," you say, pointing to the first one. It leads to a small outdoor space, with a shower setup (a bucket and rope) as well as an outhouse. You shrug off the bag and set it near the coffee table. "This'll be yer room," you inform your guest, gesturing to the second door. "Just... gimme a sec t'clean it up. An' don't let Ki steal your shit!" Without giving him time to protest you slip into the room, obviously keen to put something away.
Meanwhile, Sam's bag now features a new addition: a small and nearly invisible lizard has climbed atop it and is using her two-fingered feet to attempt to open it, one eye on the contents, the other glaring at Sam.
"Ki! I'm home, an' we got company."
Your front door opens to reveal a homey, if somewhat spartan, space. The main feature of your house is a large wooden table, on which there is spread a number of maps and some empty steins that once held ale. Off to the side, the kitchen houses a number of dirty dishes; a well-worn couch sits on the other side of the space, near the staircase that leads to your room. This, too, features a small table, with some half-carved wooden and coral structures next to a collection of tools.
There are two doors leading off the side. "Bathroom," you say, pointing to the first one. It leads to a small outdoor space, with a shower setup (a bucket and rope) as well as an outhouse. You shrug off the bag and set it near the coffee table. "This'll be yer room," you inform your guest, gesturing to the second door. "Just... gimme a sec t'clean it up. An' don't let Ki steal your shit!" Without giving him time to protest you slip into the room, obviously keen to put something away.
Meanwhile, Sam's bag now features a new addition: a small and nearly invisible lizard has climbed atop it and is using her two-fingered feet to attempt to open it, one eye on the contents, the other glaring at Sam.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
