25 Unicorn Street, Early Sunday Evening
The portal that opened up outside the front door of 25 Unicorn Street was, while possibly a little on the malfunctional side, a more than welcome one for certain individuals.
Algren, for one, was about the closest to thrilled that he'd been in quite some time, to be spat out on the doorstep of his own home. And, for that matter, was finding it odd that he was starting to consider this place to be home, especially in the face of recent events.
It was an almost awkward silence that he felt he absolutely had to break as he stood there, an empty shotgun clutched so firmly in one hand that his knuckles were white.
"Home sweet home."
Unfortunately, he was completely lacking anything remotely witty to say, today.
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Algren, for one, was about the closest to thrilled that he'd been in quite some time, to be spat out on the doorstep of his own home. And, for that matter, was finding it odd that he was starting to consider this place to be home, especially in the face of recent events.
It was an almost awkward silence that he felt he absolutely had to break as he stood there, an empty shotgun clutched so firmly in one hand that his knuckles were white.
"Home sweet home."
Unfortunately, he was completely lacking anything remotely witty to say, today.
[Open!]