[The lad yelps as he's pushed. His legs flail even before he lands. The young man's boots scrape the ground, leaving tearing scuffs along the well-shined black leather. Despite that, he laughs. It's quick lived, though, as an unsettled heaviness rises up between his three hearts. He knows this feeling. He knows it will end in a transformation if he doesn't stop it. Quickly, he forces calm into his actions, starting with carefully adjusting his winter long-coat. Small actions like this, ones that don't excite him, usually help alleviate the problem.]
I could not have done so without your help. Thank you.
[His attention is then pulled around the room at his new surroundings. he doesn't quite recognise the homes for what they are... at least not at first.]
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I could not have done so without your help. Thank you.
[His attention is then pulled around the room at his new surroundings. he doesn't quite recognise the homes for what they are... at least not at first.]
Where do all of these doors lead to?