"Please." He opens the door fully and stands aside. It's the inside of the Mystery Shack -- at least, most of it. There's no show floor for exhibits of the strange and unusual, but there is a kitchen and a cozy living room, stairs leading up, and a gift shop off to the side with merchandise being sold at exorbitant price.
"Make yourself at home. This place actually belongs to my brother -- or it used to, before he passed management on to one of his employees. But it's what the Barge decided was home, so here I am."
He's awkward. Strangers, difficult conversations, you know.
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Date: 2019-10-31 05:16 pm (UTC)"Make yourself at home. This place actually belongs to my brother -- or it used to, before he passed management on to one of his employees. But it's what the Barge decided was home, so here I am."
He's awkward. Strangers, difficult conversations, you know.