[It took Chase a good six months to accidentally call the Warehouse 'home', and even now he's unsure of the transience of his tenure, spending days off by the beach with wood varnish and power tools, working on a place that's been liveable since May. He has his own apartment standing empty, steeping in memories he can't quite pin there, its contents gradually osmosing from bedrooms and cabinets there to find themselves around Satya's realm (and that's the thing, comfortable as it is, this whole place is her parlour and its residents the favoured flies).
His own room isn't much more furnished than this one, just an echo in another corridor. There's the same clear path to the bed, which helps him now, all but lifting her the last few backward steps but only stealing the ground under her on the last, to pull her down with him.]
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His own room isn't much more furnished than this one, just an echo in another corridor. There's the same clear path to the bed, which helps him now, all but lifting her the last few backward steps but only stealing the ground under her on the last, to pull her down with him.]