[Shockingly, or either luckily, he makes it through the doors without running into anything. Probably because they're double and he has his arm stretched out in front of him to make sure he isn't running into anything chest and waist level.
Inside is a different story. Lots of vases in here, hehe.
Anyway, he runs into a wicker chair and skids it crooked, runs around it. Wait--this is the fucking conservatory, he realizes! THERE'S NO SECOND DOOR FUCK.]
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Inside is a different story. Lots of vases in here, hehe.
Anyway, he runs into a wicker chair and skids it crooked, runs around it. Wait--this is the fucking conservatory, he realizes! THERE'S NO SECOND DOOR FUCK.]