His smile quirks up at her. He's got the passport tucked into his back pocket, and her rolling suitcase propped next to him by the front door.
He pops the door open, and walks through, holding it open behind him. In front of them is his main room, from through the bedroom door. It's -- very clean. Not unlived in, by any means, but neat in a way most people don't quite manage. The living space of someone who went from the carnival to the military, and never quite figured out the art of having more than you could pack into two suitcases.
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Everyone else, though... townies.
His smile quirks up at her. He's got the passport tucked into his back pocket, and her rolling suitcase propped next to him by the front door.
He pops the door open, and walks through, holding it open behind him. In front of them is his main room, from through the bedroom door. It's -- very clean. Not unlived in, by any means, but neat in a way most people don't quite manage. The living space of someone who went from the carnival to the military, and never quite figured out the art of having more than you could pack into two suitcases.