[ As soon as he starts wandering, Aranea closes the front door with a soft click and stalks after him. The apartment doesn't really provide a comforting atmosphere, its power off, the faint crackle of downed flourescent bzzting, dried blood that's crusted to the carpet crunching with a sickening little squelch under her boots.
With an unhappy little huff, she otherwise stays quiet, following him to the bedroom at a few steps behind. ]
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With an unhappy little huff, she otherwise stays quiet, following him to the bedroom at a few steps behind. ]