Aria fought back tears, she was not going to cry. No. Not in front of Cam, the kids, Kylan and Kevin. Not a chance.
The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)
Aella's smile grew noticably at his assurance. No one had ever called her great before, and getting the compliment from him made it ten times better. Others would laugh fo her appreciating such a small remark, she knew they would, but it made her feel the slightly better. She sat with her legs crossed when silence stretched between them, and she allowed it to just remain silent, her gaze drifting across the sky, amazed at how blue it was when clouds abandoned it.
"Right," she affirmed, directing her attention back to him immediately. "No changing how long it will take. It will just...happen when it happens. When the time is right."
And that was good. That meant she didn't have to go home right away. The time she had with them was finite, but indefinite. It could be a long time. Is that selfish? Probably...definitely. Does that make me a bad person? Does it matter? I'm already a bad person...it didn't matter before, but it does now. I don't want to be selfish, but I don't want to be alone, either.
(So... I was going to check if there was a spot but i no longer have access to the pictures. I remember that there is a bathroom downstairs but not where it's located. Can i pretend there's a basement?)
Kipp stood in the livingroom, arms folded over his chest, frowning at the lump of red fur curled up infront of the fire place. He was vaguely aware of the fact that he was staring at Colby. But his thoughts were completely focused on locating the washer and dryer.
In his searching he'd found a main floor bathroom that had, dispite it's obvious existence, escaped his notice before. Making his trip upstairs, barging in on Hana, and falling asleep in her bed a completely avoidable series of events. It was entirely possible he had just missed the door to the laundry room. Though he was sure he had opened all the other doors earlier looking for the scissors.
He could check upstairs again. He'd seen some houses with a stacked washer and dryer hidden in a hallway closet, but that didn't really seem to fit with the style of this house.
Another option was to track down Kevin and just ask. But Kevin seemed like the kind of person who would do the work if it needed doing, refusing help because it should be his job. It wouldn't really be helping if he ended up informing Kevin of more work to do.
The other common place to put the laundry was in the basement. Most older houses had one, but so far he hadn't seen any basement stairs. Maybe there was outside access. But that seemed like it would be difficult, especially in the winter.
where would someone put stairs, if they wanted them out of the way? Stairs.... Under stairs? Kipp looked over at the staircase tilting his head at the door he had assumed would be access to a pantry. What else would belong in a kitchen? It could be stairs.
Kipp stood in the livingroom, arms folded over his chest, frowning at the lump of red fur curled up infront of the fire place. He was vaguely aware of the fact that he was staring at Colby. But his thoughts were completely focused on locating the washer and dryer.
In his searching he'd found a main floor bathroom that had, dispite it's obvious existence, escaped his notice before. Making his trip upstairs, barging in on Hana, and falling asleep in her bed a completely avoidable series of events. It was entirely possible he had just missed the door to the laundry room. Though he was sure he had opened all the other doors earlier looking for the scissors.
He could check upstairs again. He'd seen some houses with a stacked washer and dryer hidden in a hallway closet, but that didn't really seem to fit with the style of this house.
Another option was to track down Kevin and just ask. But Kevin seemed like the kind of person who would do the work if it needed doing, refusing help because it should be his job. It wouldn't really be helping if he ended up informing Kevin of more work to do.
The other common place to put the laundry was in the basement. Most older houses had one, but so far he hadn't seen any basement stairs. Maybe there was outside access. But that seemed like it would be difficult, especially in the winter.
where would someone put stairs, if they wanted them out of the way? Stairs.... Under stairs? Kipp looked over at the staircase tilting his head at the door he had assumed would be access to a pantry. What else would belong in a kitchen? It could be stairs.
“Kipp?” Fred looked at him curiously “whaat are you doing?”
"Hmm?" Kipp's attention snapped to Fred who was sitting at the island, face covered with chocolate. "Looking for... A hidden room." He said trying to make it sound far more interesting than it was. "Have you seen one? It should have the washer and dryer in it."
“Nope but I can help you look if you’d like” Fred grinned
Kipp nodded smiling back at Fred's infectious grin.
“Hang on just one minute I’m going to wash my face” Fred hopped off the chair and sprinted up the stairs to the bathroom where he grabbed a flannel and wet it wiping the chocolate off his face before rinsing it to get the stains out. He raced back down stairs and grinned up at Kipp “tuh dah!”
"Much better." He said raising his eyebrows that were finally visible and nodding toward a door in the kitchen. "You think that's stairs or a pantry?"
“Stairs” Fred replied
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