"Basement, huh? Long as it's got carpet and drywall, I'm down."
From Create Your Own Story
"Basement, huh?" you say, having a bit of positive suspicion as to his intentions. "Long as it's got carpet and drywall, I'm down."
Michael smiles and nods. "Basement it is, then. Right this way."
He walks past you out of the kitchen and through the living room, taking slow deliberate steps. You notice that the hot chocolate is dangerously close to spilling over the top of the mugs. When you offer to carry one of them, Michael shakes his head and tells you that he's got it under control. And he seems to, too. Taking a left through the living room, Michael leads you to a narrow carpeted stairway heading downwards; looks like your wish for carpet and drywall has been granted. Slow but steady, Michael carries the mugs down the stairs without losing a single drop of cocoa. He even manages to elbow one of the flat dimmer switches on the wall, turning on the lights of a very cozy furnished downstairs living room. Two faux-leather couches arranged in an L around a coffee table, a TV on an oak stand, and plenty of space. Beyond the couches you spot an open door leading to what looks like Michael's bedroom and an adjacent closed door that you assume is the bathroom. It's very comfy down here.
Kneeling very slowly, Michael lowers himself to place your cocoa on the coffee table. Apparently he gets too confident and tries to sip his own cup in the same motion. Losing concentration, Michael tips your cup just enough for a scalding drop to touch his finger. Your cup is saved, but he loses control of his own, and pours most of it down the front of himself.
Michael grunts out a, "God damn it! Shit!"
You can't help but chuckle as you ask, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just really looking forward to that cocoa." Michael spins into action, hurrying into the bathroom to fetch a towel for the carpet. He asks you to stand on the towel to soak up the spilled cocoa, then says, "And now I need some clothes. I'll be right back. I'm gonna change," before slipping into his bedroom without shutting the door.
From where you stand on the towel, you can still see him a little bit, but you don't see anything but his shirt as he tosses it across the room at a hamper. Do you...
