[Henry isn't home alone. Lust is just as quiet as a cat when she's holed up in her room, where she's been most of the day. But she's ventured out to eat, thinking the house equally as empty.
Until she hears something in the living room. Curious, she tiptoes to the doorway, completely surprised at what greets her. She pauses, not wanting to intrude or embarrass him, but not quite able to just look away.
It's endearing and - in Lust's opinion - uncharacteristic of Henry.
Curiosity wins out, however. She stays in the doorway, leaning against the frame.]
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Until she hears something in the living room. Curious, she tiptoes to the doorway, completely surprised at what greets her. She pauses, not wanting to intrude or embarrass him, but not quite able to just look away.
It's endearing and - in Lust's opinion - uncharacteristic of Henry.
Curiosity wins out, however. She stays in the doorway, leaning against the frame.]
What are you doing?