Harry glances behind him on instinct, like a bunch of trash and dirty clothes could’ve manifested suddenly in his house in response to the presence of a visitor. It’s not that bad. It’s just kind of…sad. Major sad spill in here.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
He moves out of the way and tries to give her a smile. It just kind of scrunches up his face.
“I should make tea.”
The cabin is simple but spacious, well accommodating monstrous bodies after Abigail's father repaired and expanded the original human made structure. In lieu of couches there are large comfortable cushions padding the floor of a sitting area. The walls are adorned with animal pelts and heads. Not in line with Harry’s aesthetics but taking them down is out of the question. So he deals with their judgmental eyes.
Once the door closes behind Reira a small white cat pokes its head out of the bedroom. She squeaks curiously at the visitor as Harry 'discretely' kicks a pair of pants and a shirt into a corner.
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“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
He moves out of the way and tries to give her a smile. It just kind of scrunches up his face.
“I should make tea.”
The cabin is simple but spacious, well accommodating monstrous bodies after Abigail's father repaired and expanded the original human made structure. In lieu of couches there are large comfortable cushions padding the floor of a sitting area. The walls are adorned with animal pelts and heads. Not in line with Harry’s aesthetics but taking them down is out of the question. So he deals with their judgmental eyes.
Once the door closes behind Reira a small white cat pokes its head out of the bedroom. She squeaks curiously at the visitor as Harry 'discretely' kicks a pair of pants and a shirt into a corner.
“Mouse is kind of shy but she’s really sweet.”