Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[scary_jeff]

It had been calm last week. That meant it could only be very, very uncalm this week, as Jeff had found on many previous occasions. It was with a sigh of utter resignation, his head characteristically low, that he sat down. It was with a roar of equal defiance that Gunther sprinted through the lobby at that exact moment, spitting out insults at the dog.

Nana remained oblivious. She had a spoon, which was the most amazing thing in the world, and she was going to run around with it for a bit, the weird guy wouldn't catch her, and when the game was up, she'd happily chew it.

A lot.

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