The girl observed his hand, and then blinked. Apparently not the brightest lightbulb in the box, before he could put it down she reached for it and grasped it tightly, yanking him forward. "Well come on then, vermelho, we'll get you fixed up. You need some food too, don't you? And music... everybody loves music!"
And as if on que, it started again. Gojyo was tugged none too gently into the house - and into the world of Carta Para Ti.
It was a strange place. Decorated elaborately as the ceilings of the domes - angels, demons, mythological creatures plastered themselves on the walls. Lights and handles were haphazardly strug up all over. It was homey, but very brightly coloured. And very loud. There were many people inside, the girl's many many sisters as well as what seemed to be her family. They were dancing, singing, eating - a buffet lined the walls as well with all sorts of exotic and delicious looking food.
"Everybody! Everybody! Let's meet our new friend, Vermelho!" She'd never even asked for his name.. "He's tired and hungry and needs a place to sleep! We'll give it to him... let's celebrate!"
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And as if on que, it started again. Gojyo was tugged none too gently into the house - and into the world of Carta Para Ti.
It was a strange place. Decorated elaborately as the ceilings of the domes - angels, demons, mythological creatures plastered themselves on the walls. Lights and handles were haphazardly strug up all over. It was homey, but very brightly coloured. And very loud. There were many people inside, the girl's many many sisters as well as what seemed to be her family. They were dancing, singing, eating - a buffet lined the walls as well with all sorts of exotic and delicious looking food.
"Everybody! Everybody! Let's meet our new friend, Vermelho!" She'd never even asked for his name.. "He's tired and hungry and needs a place to sleep! We'll give it to him... let's celebrate!"