I agree. This town isn't very good at planning these things...
[She snatches the scarf and starts, still painfully and carefully, for the stairs leading to the second floor. She stops at the foot of them, casting a glance back to Keith.]
No. Not particularly. Can I have the basement? I'd like the basement.
[She's a monster. She won't deny this. But a monster can still hold a conversation. A monster can still communicate her needs in a reasonable fashion, right? At least for now. As long as no one comes in with a bleeding finger or something, then all bets are off...]
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[She snatches the scarf and starts, still painfully and carefully, for the stairs leading to the second floor. She stops at the foot of them, casting a glance back to Keith.]
No. Not particularly. Can I have the basement? I'd like the basement.
[She's a monster. She won't deny this. But a monster can still hold a conversation. A monster can still communicate her needs in a reasonable fashion, right? At least for now. As long as no one comes in with a bleeding finger or something, then all bets are off...]