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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2017 8:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2017 10:07 pm
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"Oh," said Sonny. They stepped back to let Shun in, but only after closing the door for a second to undo the chain. Once he was inside, they locked the door again, sliding the deadbolt and the chain home. "I can make tea or coffee if you want," they said, but they led him into the parlor first. It was right to the left of the door, and the room looked... well, it looked long, like a wall had been knocked out at some point. But the woodwork had been charmingly preserved and relocated, and the whitewashed walls only emphasized the beautiful carvings of the faux Doric pillars. The ceilings were at least fourteen feet high, despite the house's age, and tall thin bookshelves filled the spaces between the high-reaching bay windows.
There was a dark coffee table, square and modern and brutish when reflecting off the frills and fancy of the space. Over the coffee table and the couch that sat at it hung a portrait of Sonny, Liam, and Renard; the signature read A. Spektor, 2015. Several chairs and end tables were scattered across the gray berber rug, a chaise lounge butting up across the room from a statue of a woman, the top of whose head was just higher than Shun's.
Sonny sat on one of the chairs. Their selection was a leather upholstered thing that cradled them like a child in the womb. They looked comfortable there, in their element.
"Uh," they said, "Sit where-ever you like?"
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