[Firo doesn't expect anyone to come knocking on his door. Most of his friends here aren't anymore--they're wherever the hell people go when they vanish. Home? He'd like to think so, if it could be that easy.
Mostly, he doesn't think about it, not until he has to take stock of the paltry amount of people who might come looking for him.]
Hold on.
[He swings open the door and--Hank?
The look on his face isn't sour, exactly. Skeptical, for sure, with one eyebrow rising as he tilts his head.
It's cliche and not at all clever, but the first thing that pops out of his mouth is an incredulous:]
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Mostly, he doesn't think about it, not until he has to take stock of the paltry amount of people who might come looking for him.]
Hold on.
[He swings open the door and--Hank?
The look on his face isn't sour, exactly. Skeptical, for sure, with one eyebrow rising as he tilts his head.
It's cliche and not at all clever, but the first thing that pops out of his mouth is an incredulous:]
What do you want?