[Once upon a time, his previous apartments were not too unlike this when he felt... worse. Worse than now. Because it doesn't always seem like it, but he really is better now than he used to be. There'd hardly be anything with a personal touch back in his old places. They were places to sleep in, drink in, pass out in -- hardly anything else.
For Reimi, she doesn't seem to know what to do with herself. Who could blame her, after years and years of being a ghost?
When he's inside, he holds out his arms, inviting her instead of pulling her in.]
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For Reimi, she doesn't seem to know what to do with herself. Who could blame her, after years and years of being a ghost?
When he's inside, he holds out his arms, inviting her instead of pulling her in.]
Hey.