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[The gear angle is a low one, tilted up to show a kitchen counter. And a small girl who remarkably resembles Lust, perhaps seven or eight, standing on top of it and staring intently at a cabinet above her. It's open. There are various boxes of pantry type goods. And on the very top shelf, tantalizingly peeking over the edge, is a box of fancy chocolate cookies.]

[Lust is a small child. And she wants a cookie.]

[She's wearing a shirt that's been belted with a tie, in as best as she could manage to get to a dress with what she has available to her. Her hair is braided. Every so often, a blue blur covers the screen as Guttle rolls by, concerned. Henry the Espurr is holding the gear.]

[After a moment, the little girl sighs, scrunches up her face, and turns toward the gear. Or rather the Pokemon on the floor, but the direction is the same.]

I can't reach it!

Current Mood: frustrated

It's odd, isn't it, how having a personal claim to a place can make it something more than just a building or room?

[Lust's tone and expression are thoughtful, rather than puzzled.]

I've stayed and lived in dozens and dozens of places, but they never meant anything. They were just that - places to stay, a point to return to. Even the pleasant or almost-permanent ones weren't particularly noteworthy and made little impression on me.

Why does choosing and laying claim to a place as yours suddenly make all the difference? It's such a strange quirk of emotions. Is it normal, to form some sort of emotional attachment to a place just because you've decided it's going to be your 'home'?