...is really not all that much to write home about. A tiny studio populated with second-hand furniture, though it's fairly neat and tidy. "See?" he says, turning to Gareth. "Not much at all." A shrug, a grin.
Dale shrugs, and says "I don't really... spend as much time on it as I oughtta, in my opinion. I haven't swept in months." A slight grin. "So you've seen the place..." A cock of his head and he asks "anything else I can show you..." and after a moment, he tries out- teasingly- "Sir?"
Dale blushes a bit and says "It's shit- next-door neighbor on that side-" he gestures to one wall- "hears everything I shout at the top of my lungs." A shrug. "And I don't give a shit, I'm moving."
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