Toki held Miniver's hand to pull him through into the hallway of Mordhaus, three doors down from the kitchen. It smelled like it was barbecue night
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Miniver follows rather slowly, simply in awe of the place. It's like Pickles' room in the bar, but... it's HUGE. And they have all these guys dressed like executioners, what's that about? Miniver waves and smiles to them as they pass.
"Don't minds dem, dey's just roadies. Dey's our employees." Toki explained, swiping a card he'd gotten out of his pocket before pressing a button.
"Nobody really gets to sees dis parts of our house unless it's is fan day, den ugh. Everyone gets to sees. We hates it. Stupid fans everywheres." The elevator door opened and he stepped in. There was god-awful cheerful renditions of their music filtering through in the elevator.
"We all designs it by committee. Oh, dere is, we just has Fan Day once a year. Den is open to de publics." He shrugged, as the elevator doors slid open to another expansive hallway with five doors, the far end opening out to a giant lounge. "Okay, we's here." He hummed to himself, in the same cheery tune, stopping in front of Skwisgaar's door, looking either way before opening it and peeking in. Not that there would be anybody there, he just had to make sure.
"Good, nobody's is dis-unfectings it. Skwisgaar's been gettings weird about germs lately." He stepped in, setting the ticks down. "Welcomes to Skwisgaar's Eye Bleeding White Rooms. Stupid Swedish Designers."
"The hell, man, is this a bedroom or an operating room? Jeeze. This has got to GO."
He flounces about and inspects stuff. "Okay, we definitely have to sye the bed and curtains and stuff. I dunno what we're gonna do about the furniture. That stuff's ugly AND uncomfortable. Man, I hope your room isn't like this. Must be like sitting on ice cubes."
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"Nobody really gets to sees dis parts of our house unless it's is fan day, den ugh. Everyone gets to sees. We hates it. Stupid fans everywheres." The elevator door opened and he stepped in. There was god-awful cheerful renditions of their music filtering through in the elevator.
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"Toki, man, this place is awesome. There must be like a zillion places to hide from fans, though!"
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"Okay, we's here." He hummed to himself, in the same cheery tune, stopping in front of Skwisgaar's door, looking either way before opening it and peeking in. Not that there would be anybody there, he just had to make sure.
"Good, nobody's is dis-unfectings it. Skwisgaar's been gettings weird about germs lately." He stepped in, setting the ticks down.
"Welcomes to Skwisgaar's Eye Bleeding White Rooms. Stupid Swedish Designers."
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"The hell, man, is this a bedroom or an operating room? Jeeze. This has got to GO."
He flounces about and inspects stuff. "Okay, we definitely have to sye the bed and curtains and stuff. I dunno what we're gonna do about the furniture. That stuff's ugly AND uncomfortable. Man, I hope your room isn't like this. Must be like sitting on ice cubes."
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