it's whatever you feel, it's whatever i want to do
Aisha snorted at the wolfman's insinuation, "Aww shucks," she cantillated, her good mood had put a slight musical tone to her voice. Once the knob had popped and the door creaked inwards, Aisha got her first good look at the place. And she was not disappointed, the front room was spacious and homey, with old windows lining the sides that the sun shone through, illuminating every wisp in the air. Dusty round tables spread about, a set of stairs that lead up further, and as the main piece, a large stone fireplace with two rotting armchairs placed before it. The whole place was trashed, abandoned long ago to never resume it's purpose, but Aisha could feel her own wishes making their way with this wreckage.
"There's a lot to do, but I like it," she spoke, walking over to a counter that would've acted as reception once upon a time. Fingers ran through about a centimetre of dust and particulate, landing on a drawer handle and pulling. The previous owners cleaned out everything reasonable, the drawers were empty besides a few papers. "We could make it warm again, somewhere people want to be," to learn, to train, to divulge in the supernatural.
"There's a lot to do, but I like it," she spoke, walking over to a counter that would've acted as reception once upon a time. Fingers ran through about a centimetre of dust and particulate, landing on a drawer handle and pulling. The previous owners cleaned out everything reasonable, the drawers were empty besides a few papers. "We could make it warm again, somewhere people want to be," to learn, to train, to divulge in the supernatural.
AISHA
