Eliot lets the annoyance of faulty magic wash over him as he starts to make his way to one side of the apartment. John was thinking just what Eliot had been, that the owner would live here. It clearly wasn't used for extra storage. Maybe it was for nefarious or questionable activities. Illegal gambling. Mob meetings.
Or maybe it was just a shitty apartment and no one wanted it.
His thoughts are interrupted when one of his steps lands on a particularly creaky floorboard. Eliot lifts his foot, looks down, and puts his foot down again. He puts a bit of weight into it, feeling the board sink more. ]
Maybe no one wanted to live here because the floor's about to fall through.
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[ What else would he be doing? Voguing?
Eliot lets the annoyance of faulty magic wash over him as he starts to make his way to one side of the apartment. John was thinking just what Eliot had been, that the owner would live here. It clearly wasn't used for extra storage. Maybe it was for nefarious or questionable activities. Illegal gambling. Mob meetings.
Or maybe it was just a shitty apartment and no one wanted it.
His thoughts are interrupted when one of his steps lands on a particularly creaky floorboard. Eliot lifts his foot, looks down, and puts his foot down again. He puts a bit of weight into it, feeling the board sink more. ]
Maybe no one wanted to live here because the floor's about to fall through.