[she has the distinct feeling this isn't an elaborate prank. all her hopes, just like that...she leads him upstairs to her quaint little room without any preamble, but a lot of rambling which she has no idea what she said, or if it makes sense, before she pops the keycard into the slot and cracks open the door]
Make yourself at home.
[cool, calm, collected]
So we're going to just preface with how not right everything is, right?
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Make yourself at home.
[cool, calm, collected]
So we're going to just preface with how not right everything is, right?