[ It's a bizarre place, really - not quite a church, not quite a factory, but somehow managing to look like both at the same time. With surreal, dreamlike details interspersed with religious looking stained glass windows and industrial looking metallic doors. It's eclectic, to say the absolute least. Like fragments of someone's mind has been poured out into decorating the place.
As he's leading the way, he turns around to face Daisy, walking backwards towards the sweeping staircase. There's a grin on his face. ]
My crib's upstairs, yo. Makes sense to save the welcome message for that, don't it?
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As he's leading the way, he turns around to face Daisy, walking backwards towards the sweeping staircase. There's a grin on his face. ]
My crib's upstairs, yo. Makes sense to save the welcome message for that, don't it?