I never said I thought you were wrong. [Said while opening the door, with only one or two fumbles, which is still one or two more than he'd like.
When the door opens, it's to... what on the surface seems to be a fairly normal, standard apartment.
There are signs of it having been lived in, but mostly in as far as that there are papers lying around on odd surfaces, and sometimes even on the floor. Some are covered in his handwriting, while others are newspaper clippings or printouts. Most of them refer to the election, and the general mood of the past few days - that is, far too complacent.]
Excuse the mess.
[All of it feels rather pointless now that he knows what the answers were, but he doesn't move to pick any of it up yet. That can wait for when he can be bothered.]
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When the door opens, it's to... what on the surface seems to be a fairly normal, standard apartment.
There are signs of it having been lived in, but mostly in as far as that there are papers lying around on odd surfaces, and sometimes even on the floor. Some are covered in his handwriting, while others are newspaper clippings or printouts. Most of them refer to the election, and the general mood of the past few days - that is, far too complacent.]
Excuse the mess.
[All of it feels rather pointless now that he knows what the answers were, but he doesn't move to pick any of it up yet. That can wait for when he can be bothered.]