"No, it's all right," Iris says. "We're here." They'd reached a row of rented duplexes. Iris had just needed to get a better look for a moment to make sure she headed for the right door.
A door that posed its own problems when one has their arms full of plushies. She's glad the door uses passcodes instead of old fashioned keys, despite the buildings looking like they were from the last century by her universe's standards. Pressing the buttons or opening the door, though, could be tricky without dropping anything.
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Date: 2008-08-17 03:32 am (UTC)A door that posed its own problems when one has their arms full of plushies. She's glad the door uses passcodes instead of old fashioned keys, despite the buildings looking like they were from the last century
by her universe's standards. Pressing the buttons or opening the door, though, could be tricky without dropping anything.