Tess

[cottoncandypink]

The door does not open up to the condo, unfortunately. Because Wilford has not been to the condo since the last time he brought someone through the door. It opens up from his office, into an area nebulously defined as a dining room.

At least, there is a table there, which someone has taken a passing effort to keep clear. The stack of mail, hastily picked up toys, and a couple of coats on the table suggest nobody does any eating at the table.

The house is what passes as small in the neighbourhood. Windows look out on the sloping hills and sprawling city in the distance. Inside, brushed steel kitchen, slate grey walls, and leather furniture are betrayed by tiny hand smudges on the windows, peanut butter stains in the carpet, crayon scribbles in places that nobody seems to have the energy to deal with.

The house is also unusually quiet. How interesting.

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[cottoncandypink]

"I need a fucking vacation," Wilford says.

Vacations are much better than naps, because you can nap constantly.

He makes sure the door is good and locked, and starts making his way back to the elevator, dropping the trash off on his way. All the while, he keeps a look out for a door that's likely to be unlocked.

[have_no_mercy]

"That, too, but not with what I signed up for."

She doesn't think she'll be getting any vacations for a while yet.

"Will any door work?"

[cottoncandypink]

"Probably not a good idea to go trying someone's front door, no," Wilford says.

A utility closet, however. Wilford doesn't have a key, but when has that ever stopped him from doing something he wanted to. He pulls his wallet out again, and grabs a credit card, using it to jimmy the door open.

Hey, presto. They've found the bar!

[have_no_mercy]

"Oh, good."

That's relief he hears.

"Thank you again. I'll keep you updated on when I'm coming back."

[cottoncandypink]

"Good," Wilford says.

This is a strange situation, and he doesn't have enough prior experience to know how a Normal Human would respond.

He responds by pulling his headphones out of his inventory and plugging them into his phone.

"Don't ever blame anything on me again."

[have_no_mercy]

"It was kind of your fault."

She quips back before heading through the door.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford grumbles, drowns her out with music, and heads toward the elevator.