Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619/@comment-24296957-20170104002956

From the distance, Drait saw a few souls enter the house - presumably these were the ragtag folks he would have to cooperate with.

Joy. Jolly cooperation.

The man eventually found his feet stepping onto a porch that was oddly reminiscent of one you would picture eldery folk dodding about on all hours of the day, albeit this one was a bit more well-kept. Hopefully, Drait thought, ''his exterior matches the interior and is not merely a facade. We'll just have to see. ''The blue-haired man stepped through the door's threshold, only to have it get caught on some clutter about halfway through it's swing. Yep, definitely a facade.

He walked in, leaving the door partailly open behind him. Drait soaked up the atmosphere...which was rather dirty. There were two possibilities about this man: either he never had guests over, and hence never had a reason to keep his house tidy - or he clearly had no respect for anyone or anything. Drait assumed both applied.

Carefully, the man followed the sound of small talk, eventually finding his way to a kitchen. Inside the room he found a woman and a man, one must've been a teammate and the latter must've been Gorudo. He was about to speak a snide remark when another woman started to...slide about the trash in the house? Drait was entirely dumbfounded. Never in his life had he seen someone like this - and he had seen many interesting folk.

"Oh good, a nutcase. Taking the phrase 'Variety is the spice of life' to new levels, I see." Drait mumbled. "By the by," he turned to Gorudo, "thanks for leaving signs pertaining where to go in the house. Really appreciate a superb host."