//C'mon, Sunshine,// he murmured, leading Raven down the hallway toward the door that led down to the basement. It was dank and dark and perhaps a little too moist and chilly for most people to really be comfortable, but Jono wasn't 'most people,' and there was plenty of space for him to keep all of his junk.

... Mostly filed under 'floor.' The controller for his Sega Genesis tangled up under some guitar magazines from '95, kitten toys absolutely everywhere, but best of luck actually locating Joni down there unless she wanted to be found.

Home sweet home.

He was leading her to the edge of his bed, so that they could sit and talk.

//I get th'feeling that I've missed something.//