Combeferre doesn't have to say it. As Joly adjusts to the strangeness of the wider streets and gleaming metal fixtures, he can see it. "This is-- it's--"
There's a low, two-story building, newly painted and with the same sort of intricate brass and copper tubing around the walls as every other building on street, but unmistakeably older in its design-- and very familiar indeed in its outline. Smells of coffee and food come out ever time customers go in and out of the new glass doors, and the smells aren't bad.
Joly stumbles forward a little, still gaping. "We have to go in, we have to see-- oh, we have to, don't we?"
The pillows, in agreement or otherwise, choose that moment to knock him over. "And we can leave these outside" he grumbles, climbing out from their fluffy attack yet again.
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Date: 27 Feb 2015 02:31 (UTC)There's a low, two-story building, newly painted and with the same sort of intricate brass and copper tubing around the walls as every other building on street, but unmistakeably older in its design-- and very familiar indeed in its outline. Smells of coffee and food come out ever time customers go in and out of the new glass doors, and the smells aren't bad.
Joly stumbles forward a little, still gaping. "We have to go in, we have to see-- oh, we have to, don't we?"
The pillows, in agreement or otherwise, choose that moment to knock him over. "And we can leave these outside" he grumbles, climbing out from their fluffy attack yet again.