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font-size: 12px;"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#502500">"Ah yes, I'm sure it was that and not fear of me locking you out of my house if I knew you were coming,"</span> he says, face completely straight despite his teasing words. Obviously, he wouldn't actually do that to the guy. He might be irritatingly persistent, but he's unquestionably good-hearted, and as mentioned, young. Too young to leave out in the cold rain with a clear conscience.<br/>
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Alby has a tendency to talk a lot and talk fast, so it's unclear whether his rambling is due to nerves or not. Still, it's awkward, especially given Bonnie's state of undress. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#502500">"You better not touch anything or I'll throw you out,"</span> he snorts, although the threat is empty. He leads him down the foyer with a quirk of his finger, bringing them over to the nearby parlor. He gestures toward the black velvet couch pointed toward the currently unlit fireplace, pointedly ignoring the decanter of whiskey and the empty glass sitting on the coffee table from earlier. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#502500">"You can take a seat here while I go change,"</span> he says, snatching the copy of <i>Jane Eyre</i> he'd discarded over the armrest before tucking it back into its place amongst the towering bookshelves pressed up against the opposite wall.<br/>
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There's already wood in the fireplace from Bonnie's previous visit to the room, so all he has to do is replace the firelighters and then strike a match to get a fire going. It's cold in his house — it usually is, given that the ancient manor has no central heating or cooling system — so it's a bit necessary. He's exceedingly careful while bending over, mortified at the prospect of Alby seeing something he's not supposed to. When a satisfying blaze has been started, he hurries back up the nearby staircase and to his room. He wastes little time in throwing on some black slacks and a worn black sweater, combing his quickly drying hair into a more sleek style. When he finally looks presentable and not completely dead in every sense, he heads back downstairs.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#502500">"Alright, come on,"</span> he calls to Alby from over the banister, waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#502500">"As you can see, it's a pretty open floor plan down here. Over there is the parlor, and it's connected to this larger room that I suppose you could consider the dining room, although I keep the table by the kitchen over here,"</span> he explains, leading them over the dark hardwood, past the long mahogany dinner table, and over to the semicircle-shaped kitchen. The white tile feels even colder than the hardwood, but he ignores it. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#502500">"What kind of tea do you want?"</span> he asks, then proceeds to open one of the several cabinets lining the room. Several of them are stuffed to the brim with tea, both instant and otherwise. It takes him a moment of rifling to find the particular type Alby is looking for, and then he sets it aside to put the kettle on.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#502500">"So, why are you here?"</span> he asks to fill the silence while he prepares the tea. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#502500">"I mean, don't you have an apartment or something? Did you get kicked out?"</span> Also, why is he <i>here</i> of all places?<br/>
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