... [Sigh. He suddenly gets the gist, and leans his forehead against the door, closing his eyes and thinking straight. Yep. Nope. Can't let a woman run off into the night to get eaten by a vampire, could he?]
Alright, alright.
[He fishes the key out of his pocket, and with a moment to fidget he opens the door. Just don't expect it to look nice in here; it's pretty empty—not many clothes, not many sentimental or materialistic things. Bare. But there's a mess of a table area and the trash hasn't been taken out. He doesn't cook much. :|
He hardly cares that she sees his dusty place, though. He just wants to sleep.]
You can take the bed; I've been going back and forth between the couch, anyway.
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Alright, alright.
[He fishes the key out of his pocket, and with a moment to fidget he opens the door. Just don't expect it to look nice in here; it's pretty empty—not many clothes, not many sentimental or materialistic things. Bare. But there's a mess of a table area and the trash hasn't been taken out. He doesn't cook much. :|
He hardly cares that she sees his dusty place, though. He just wants to sleep.]
You can take the bed; I've been going back and forth between the couch, anyway.