“I’m Nana. That guy downstairs bought me. I’m a Sychobunn.”, Nana introduced herself, looking around curiously.
“You look like him, minus wings and shit. Who’re you?”, she asked, stepping inside and looking around the room curiously.
She wondered why there were so many bedrooms. Four bedrooms? Who needed so many? Well she supposed both the guy downstairs and this guy needed one, but there were still two more. Oh well.
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