"Well, we'll figure something out then," he says, standing in the shower and looking as though he's calculating the space in it. "Preferably a non-permanent solution."
"Always thinking in the singular: we'll clean up after them for the rest of our lives," Revan clarifies before adding, "Or we'll drill it into them to clean up after themselves."
She wrinkles her nose at the head-pat and wanders down the hall to follow him, nodding at the realtor. Together they move downstairs, and the realtor waits outside the kitchen.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
"What're you thinking?" he asks as he glances around the room.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
"So. How do you really feel about this one?"
no subject
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)