[ York arcs twoards the ground, flipping around so he lands foot first on the front porch. He fiddles with his back pocket till he finds a keychain (yes a real oldschool one) and a key (yep) to unlock the front door. ]
This? Is my place. You hang out here sometimes, but mostly? I go to your place.
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[ York arcs twoards the ground, flipping around so he lands foot first on the front porch. He fiddles with his back pocket till he finds a keychain (yes a real oldschool one) and a key (yep) to unlock the front door. ]
This? Is my place. You hang out here sometimes, but mostly? I go to your place.