[That smile was something else. He is pretty sure that a smile like that could raise the dead and calm the oceans, or something else as poetic and nonsensical. It's blinding, and he can't help but return it. His own smile is lop-sided, sort of cheeky, and not even close to as wholesome. But at least it's genuine for once.
He pads in, nearly silent on bare feet (which is the whole point), and leans on the counter with his right arm. His left is still in his pocket, at least he put his prosthetic on to come downstairs. But then, he's careful never to be seen without it.]
So what made you want to move into this craphole building? Spending too much on your paperclip habit?
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He pads in, nearly silent on bare feet (which is the whole point), and leans on the counter with his right arm. His left is still in his pocket, at least he put his prosthetic on to come downstairs. But then, he's careful never to be seen without it.]
So what made you want to move into this craphole building? Spending too much on your paperclip habit?