[ she's a good sport - he appreciates that. Time to bite the bullet. Squaring his jaw, he approaches the front door to the old house, and after checking it for any obvious traps (and finding nothing but chipping paint and spiderwebs), he pushes it open very carefully. Naturally, it creaks. Ominously. ]
no subject
[ she's a good sport - he appreciates that. Time to bite the bullet. Squaring his jaw, he approaches the front door to the old house, and after checking it for any obvious traps (and finding nothing but chipping paint and spiderwebs), he pushes it open very carefully. Naturally, it creaks. Ominously. ]
Hello? Anyone home?
[ he pokes his head in, but there's no answer. ]