[ He's half surprised that she can even talk. He casts a glance over his shoulder, just a quick check to see if anyone's lurking about. He doesn't really keep track of his housemates very often. He looks back at her and holds the door open. When he speaks, his voice is raw and rough, and it still hurts, but it's bearable. ]
Got no clue where she is. But would you like to come in instead of dyin' on my doorstep?
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Date: 2011-08-22 01:51 am (UTC)Got no clue where she is. But would you like to come in instead of dyin' on my doorstep?