After a long moment, probably longer than normal, the door finally opens. Everything's well lit, there's the hum of a coffee pot, the place looks immaculate -- but sterile. Like every shred of personality was ripped from the walls, and he hasn't had the heart to put it all back into place.
He grins, although it's forced. ]
I thought you were going to break the door. Come on in.
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It's like having a Thunderstorm in his penthouse.
After a long moment, probably longer than normal, the door finally opens. Everything's well lit, there's the hum of a coffee pot, the place looks immaculate -- but sterile. Like every shred of personality was ripped from the walls, and he hasn't had the heart to put it all back into place.
He grins, although it's forced. ]
I thought you were going to break the door. Come on in.