[ Frank hasn't actually been over before to be able to note the changes, has he? If he has ever glanced in, he'd know that there used to be a makeshift bedroll on the floor that's gone now since he and Mako have started -- albeit very awkwardly -- sharing the double bed. It's otherwise spartan, a toolkit and first aid kit on top of the dresser beside a little action figure of Gipsy Danger. Above her, a sketch of a man bearing a resemblance to Raleigh, but who definitely is not Raleigh, is tacked to the metal wall. The sketchbook it obviously came from is resting on their little table with an assortment of pencils and knitting needles. ]
We didn't exactly have much to work with. Hey, Max.
[ Raleigh sets down the tangle of yarn and lowers a hand to the dog's level, waiting patiently for him to wander over for a sniff. ]
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We didn't exactly have much to work with. Hey, Max.
[ Raleigh sets down the tangle of yarn and lowers a hand to the dog's level, waiting patiently for him to wander over for a sniff. ]