"Yeah. My brother's a year older'n me, so he just left a couple months ago."
They stick a hand through. As soon as it passes what would've been the pantry's threshold, their hand disappears, swallowed by the dark, and they pull it back out a second later. "It's a door. Back to my house. And uh, I dunno. I haven't been able to ask him."
Kris has a bad feeling about this. Like, mega bad. "So what d'you say? Your choice."
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Date: 2019-09-04 07:23 am (UTC)They stick a hand through. As soon as it passes what would've been the pantry's threshold, their hand disappears, swallowed by the dark, and they pull it back out a second later. "It's a door. Back to my house. And uh, I dunno. I haven't been able to ask him."
Kris has a bad feeling about this. Like, mega bad. "So what d'you say? Your choice."