Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20190603230926/@comment-32273133-20190629163552

“Nice to meet you as well, Kanon and Runa,” Spencer closes the door.

The interior of the building—a foyer area leading to a hallway and a staircase, from what you can see—is painted in shades of greys. The floor is grimy, broken tile. Spencer pulls out a set of keys and unlocks a door labelled 104C.

“Come in, come in, find a seat, I know it’s small and smells like machine oil, but it’s the best money can buy away from the city.”

Bex peeks in and his eyebrows shoot to his hairline.

The room is tiny, with furniture and random mechanical parts scattered about. Spencer chooses a mustard yellow rolling chair, folding xir legs under xemself.

"Sorry it's so messy, I wasn't expecting guests."

"You're....fine," Bex says, miraculously finding a place to sit on the floor.