[ and drink she almost says, remembering the jars of hooch poe had given her earlier in the day. but she feels that annoyance too, the restlessness and the desire to be closer, even if a part of her still doesn't know what to make of it. she'd isolated herself for years, closed herself off from everyone and everything that it's strange to feel this sort of ache again. or maybe she'd been craving it this whole time and just didn't allow herself to have it.
she slips her device back into her pocket, nodding her head towards the direction she came from before heading back up the path. house seven isn't very far, thankfully, and she pushes open the door just enough to fit them both through before quietly closing it after him. there's not much in the way of decor: a worn mattress and a flimsy pillow shoved in one corner, two mismatched chairs and a crudely put together table consisting of a plank of wood held up by four steel rods. the two jars have been left on top of it and she slides one of them over to thor. ]
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she slips her device back into her pocket, nodding her head towards the direction she came from before heading back up the path. house seven isn't very far, thankfully, and she pushes open the door just enough to fit them both through before quietly closing it after him. there's not much in the way of decor: a worn mattress and a flimsy pillow shoved in one corner, two mismatched chairs and a crudely put together table consisting of a plank of wood held up by four steel rods. the two jars have been left on top of it and she slides one of them over to thor. ]
Home sweet home.