[once he's set the key in and found it accept and give them passage, Cecelia pushes the door open and steps in first.
it's...beautiful. her head had throbbed the entire walk here, the nostalgia so thick upon the walls for her, but this doesn't even bother her for how just...comfortable this space feels?
she steps further in, eyes wide with wonder, and it takes a double-take for her to focus and realize.]
Oh, look...! [she moves over to the writing desk, picking up one of Darin's astronomy-themed notepads, doing a fast glimpse inside before turning with a hopeful ghost of a smile.]
It's your handwriting. They, they might've crossed with us...
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it's...beautiful. her head had throbbed the entire walk here, the nostalgia so thick upon the walls for her, but this doesn't even bother her for how just...comfortable this space feels?
she steps further in, eyes wide with wonder, and it takes a double-take for her to focus and realize.]
Oh, look...! [she moves over to the writing desk, picking up one of Darin's astronomy-themed notepads, doing a fast glimpse inside before turning with a hopeful ghost of a smile.]
It's your handwriting. They, they might've crossed with us...