Room 210- Monday morning

[seriesofbaddecisions]

In a way, the weekend had been a good thing in that Sabine didn't have time to start kicking herself over whether she should have left on Thursday or not. (She'd get there.) It also meant that she was spending this morning trying to clean up the damage she'd caused when she was five.

She didn't mind the artwork, actually. There'd been a few crude animals painted on the walls, which wasn't terrible work for that age, and there were handprints on quite a few things. That was sort of cute. What wasn't cute was that there had been paint spills, markers left uncapped, at least one brush had been used so hard it was basically ruined.

"Where's the respect?" Sabine sighed, starting the cleanup.

[Open door, open post!]

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Could you?"

It wasn't Sabine's style, that didn't mean it couldn't be interesting.

[unusual_sith]

"Erm...probably?" Lana laughed again. "I imagine there are entire chapters about how large to build doorways for the clothes and status of your client."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Once someone new moved into the building, they'd probably have to start from scratch to accommodate them," Sabine said sagely.

[unusual_sith]

"Probably," Lana agreed. "Though if it's an estate, the new client might just want to tear the whole thing down and start again anyway."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"That acyually would bother me," Sabine admitted. "There's character In it by then."

[unusual_sith]

"Which is probably why they would," Lana said. "They'd want to make it entirely theirs."

Sith tended toward possessiveness.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Would you do something like that?" Sabine wondered.

[unusual_sith]

Lana thought about it. "I think it would depend upon just how bad it was when I moved in."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"That makes sense. That's acceptable," Sabine decided.

It was a very Lana answer.

[unusual_sith]

It was very practical, so yes.

Lana grinned. "Thank you very much; I'm glad you approve," she said with an ironic little bow.

Even if she was, really.