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Ivy had used her PINpoint to get them inside her home. It was a large home she had inherited a while ago. It didn't really suit her due to the age but the dark lighting did suit her because she didn't need the lighting.

Finally Ivy shifts again. She isn't sure what she's doing right now. Just that she had offered to let him stay because he couldn't be on his own. "Uh. Well. Here we are. This place is kind of...big? It's easy to get lost if you don't know you're way around. Please try to stay out of the basement if you can Flavious."

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"Stay out of the basement," he echoes. "All right." A beat. "Ah... thank you. Again." Wow, is he ever awkward nowadays. "Is ... is there a spare room?"

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"Yes. It's up stairs. Actually there's two guest rooms. But I hear one is....cramped. And is a little musty." The irony is the bedroom Ivy is letting him stay in is decorated in yellow.

"Come. I'll show you." She unhooks her arm feeling better they aren't so close and starts her way down the hall way so she can get to the closest stair case.

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He's only a little sad that she let go of him. Regardless, he hefts the bag that they packed his books in and follows her up the stairs. Since it's dim, he does this carefully, his steps slow.

"Ah. Musty'd ... probably be bad." Considering he just got out of hospital and all.

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"Yeah it would." Once they get up the stair case she srops to think. Then makes her way down the hall way. The floorboards creek a little as she walks. Well, just one. But given how silent she is it's rather loud.

"Here it is." She opens the door and steps inside. It looks almost cheery. It just doesn't look lived in and the dark furniture looks strange. As if it is eating the light that's coming in through one window.

"There's a bathroom attached to this room. I had it stocked. Um. I can't clean this place on my own so I have a maid service come in."

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The creak only makes him wince a little. Eef. Still, he follows her in.

Oh. He looks about the room, then makes his way inside, placing the bag on the bed. Even the quilt is yellow. He wonders why so many things around him end up being yellow. Hm. Ah, well.

"It's good, I like it. Ah... when do they come by, just so I know?" He tries to stop himself twisting his robe sleeve in his hands.

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"Well. They won't be here until Thursday morning. Around Ten am." Ivy nearly jumps when her dog slides into the room.

Hi Has...Flavious. Have a friendly Vedric sniffing and wagging his tail.

"Oh. This is Cedric. My dog."

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He figures this much out when he's ker-dogged. He can't help but laugh, though. "He seems friendly." He shall attempt to pet a moving furry, slobbering object. "Hello, Cedric."

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"He...likes people." Which is funny because the crowd in the Sanctuary had Ivy panic.

Cedric wags his tail. He likes you Flavious. He'd love Flavious even if Flavious remembered being Hastur. THAT is how much love this dog has.