Thunder Dome i'm bad in the walls, asbestos

It was another man.

Darker than Baudelaire, smaller but perhaps stronger. Who was he to put something past another? He only took comfort in the shared company of another his age.

I didn't know such a place could exist. He admitted honestly with a soft shrug of shoulders.

You don't...own it, do you? Or intend to? A brow suddenly arched high above hawkish eyes as he awaited an answer. It would be an odd place for a home, but he does not put it aside anyone.