It's like no place he's ever been, nothing he can remember. The word is cabin, he's fairly sure, a cozy secluded home in the woods somewhere, but why is he here? How did he get here? He can't remember coming in. That should be alarming, shouldn't it - but he's not alarmed. How can he be? Everything is so soft and inviting. This place feels safe. Like home, even being as different from home as it could possibly be.
He wanders, not entirely sure what to do with himself, from room to room. He sees a few people here and there, many of them sitting close, entangled, and it looks nice, but - he can't do that, not with people he doesn't know. He's not even sure he could do it with people he does know. In the end he finds himself settling on the floor near a fire, shoulders hunched, studying the crackling display. He can keep warm if he stays here, at least.
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It's like no place he's ever been, nothing he can remember. The word is cabin, he's fairly sure, a cozy secluded home in the woods somewhere, but why is he here? How did he get here? He can't remember coming in. That should be alarming, shouldn't it - but he's not alarmed. How can he be? Everything is so soft and inviting. This place feels safe. Like home, even being as different from home as it could possibly be.
He wanders, not entirely sure what to do with himself, from room to room. He sees a few people here and there, many of them sitting close, entangled, and it looks nice, but - he can't do that, not with people he doesn't know. He's not even sure he could do it with people he does know. In the end he finds himself settling on the floor near a fire, shoulders hunched, studying the crackling display. He can keep warm if he stays here, at least.