[Tohru stands just outside the doorway of her apartment, clutching her guides and pamphlets to her chest. Her eyes are the size of dinnerplates as she gapes openly at the place she's now to call home. Her guide, standing beside her, has been supremely kind to help her get situated and calm her down. While she's still nervous about being here, she has to admit, having such a lavish (in her opinion) place all to herself is an incredible surprise.]
But it's so nice...! It has to cost a fortune!
[OOC: Want to play tourguide to a cheerful dork? Step right up!]
Tohru Honda | Fruits Basket | #1
[Tohru stands just outside the doorway of her apartment, clutching her guides and pamphlets to her chest. Her eyes are the size of dinnerplates as she gapes openly at the place she's now to call home. Her guide, standing beside her, has been supremely kind to help her get situated and calm her down. While she's still nervous about being here, she has to admit, having such a lavish (in her opinion) place all to herself is an incredible surprise.]
But it's so nice...! It has to cost a fortune!
[OOC: Want to play tourguide to a cheerful dork? Step right up!]