[The little squeeze makes him smile a little; it's welcomed and returned.]
Right? It's perfectly clean.
[It's not perfectly so, but he does pick up after himself well enough. He likes to think what does get left out adds more than it detracts. A home ought to feel cozy, after all. Lived in.
It's certainly not a sense to be had from this treehouse anymore. Somehow, it still feels welcoming to him, though. Maybe just the familiarity of it. When they reach the top of the stairs, he pushes open the door and ducks inside, looking around for any critters that might have moved in. Sure enough, under the loft it looks like some kind of gray fuzzy bugs are nestled against the wall. Bugs with... ears? Oh, wait.]
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Right? It's perfectly clean.
[It's not perfectly so, but he does pick up after himself well enough. He likes to think what does get left out adds more than it detracts. A home ought to feel cozy, after all. Lived in.
It's certainly not a sense to be had from this treehouse anymore. Somehow, it still feels welcoming to him, though. Maybe just the familiarity of it. When they reach the top of the stairs, he pushes open the door and ducks inside, looking around for any critters that might have moved in. Sure enough, under the loft it looks like some kind of gray fuzzy bugs are nestled against the wall. Bugs with... ears? Oh, wait.]
Heh! Look. Dust bunnies.