The warehouse district, Friday evening

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"Mommy really should've marked our path back to our home sweet home, hunh?" Mia nodded vigorously, clutching onto Kenzi's hand. "So, if we don't find our new place, we're gonna get a new new place!"

Right, maybe it was this left, up the stairs? ... why the hell did this place have to have SO MANY stairs?


[ooc: so, so open, since the warehouse district is a little more populated than usual this week.]

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"That seems like a perfectly valid - and really cute - reason," Cecil answered. He wrapped the tentacle very lightly around Mia's hand and made pretty patterns with its tattoos. "But it's never too late to start!"