[rl] House and Itsuki
It was a quaint neighborhood, suburbia USA with a few white picket fences and a satellite dish to boot. The rather gruff man with a cane and his teenage companion stuck out like sore thumbs, which didn't help matters when the disagreeable looking cripple began dragging the kid to one of the friendly porches.
Worse still was when the man pulled out what appeared to be a paperclip and began working on the door's lock.
With the scrape and clink of metal and cheap office supply House worked, a man with a mission, brow furrowed in concentration.
Worse still was when the man pulled out what appeared to be a paperclip and began working on the door's lock.
With the scrape and clink of metal and cheap office supply House worked, a man with a mission, brow furrowed in concentration.