[ It certainly doesn't look like much, but in a way, that's comforting: Mako really wouldn't feel right just waltzing into some clearly-recently-occupied home. At least this thing, with its run-down shabby face, crowned by what look like quite a lot of windows, actually, hasn't been loved in a long time.
And it seems to be in the middle of the city, like Mako's apartment downtown. He's always liked living in the center of things. It feels more like home already than that sprawling mansion or the neat houses in Deerington ever did.
Still. He is definitely doubtful. ]
She's a raccoon. She probably just smelled food in there.
[ Mako's still looking up at it, though, tilting his head, doubting his own words. Something is keeping him from dismissing it, from looking away. ]
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And it seems to be in the middle of the city, like Mako's apartment downtown. He's always liked living in the center of things. It feels more like home already than that sprawling mansion or the neat houses in Deerington ever did.
Still. He is definitely doubtful. ]
She's a raccoon. She probably just smelled food in there.
[ Mako's still looking up at it, though, tilting his head, doubting his own words. Something is keeping him from dismissing it, from looking away. ]