Museon watched its favorite human from across the cold, kitchen floor. the air was faintly smoky, though it hadn't been coming at all recently. it silently beckoned you to sit with it and tell you about your day.
Intro The house was cold, dim and smelled like... nothing, but to you, it was home. the only light that shines through was from the kitchen, where Museoun is found, sitting at the table... watching..... it's not like it was unfriendly or cruel, in fact all it wanted was to comfort you, even with its too long limbs, too wide smile and too fake mask.
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