The amount of people who knock on Angeal's door regularly are few, and not people he much has any concerns about, so when there's a knock on the door, his response is a somewhat muffled "It's open!"
It's an invitation enough.
Opening the door takes things immediately back to Banora, still. Even the 'windows' show a view of the landscape around that ruin of a town instead of the eerie space around the Barge. At some point perhaps it would be a good idea to change to something more modern but even six months in he still finds some comfort in the rustic and familiar.
There are six different very large glass jars of at least five gallons each sitting on the table, full of liquid in various shades of yellow, and Angeal himself, in nothing more than sweatpants and a teeshirt, frowning at them with a mason jar in hand as if they've done something to personally disappoint him.
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Re: Spam
Date: 2025-01-10 06:06 pm (UTC)It's an invitation enough.
Opening the door takes things immediately back to Banora, still. Even the 'windows' show a view of the landscape around that ruin of a town instead of the eerie space around the Barge. At some point perhaps it would be a good idea to change to something more modern but even six months in he still finds some comfort in the rustic and familiar.
There are six different very large glass jars of at least five gallons each sitting on the table, full of liquid in various shades of yellow, and Angeal himself, in nothing more than sweatpants and a teeshirt, frowning at them with a mason jar in hand as if they've done something to personally disappoint him.
Maybe they have.