[It's just smart to know who could reasonably hurt you, really. He leads Ivan down a seemingly non-descript hall, showing absolutely no signs of fatigue as he carries the chair. He stops at a seemingly random door and pushes it open.
The room inside is eerily silent and sterile, perfectly white and so deep it seems to go on forever. Inside are rows and rows of chair and couches of every imaginable size, colour, material, and design.]
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[Not that he's giving it out.]
Electricity, huh? What'd he look like?
[It's just smart to know who could reasonably hurt you, really. He leads Ivan down a seemingly non-descript hall, showing absolutely no signs of fatigue as he carries the chair. He stops at a seemingly random door and pushes it open.
The room inside is eerily silent and sterile, perfectly white and so deep it seems to go on forever. Inside are rows and rows of chair and couches of every imaginable size, colour, material, and design.]