At the very least it is the first thing she hears when she comes home. She is not selfish enough to be away for long, certainly no more than a night or two, but it already feels like too long as she steps into the house, struggling to kick off her boots. There's a sigh as she listens to the depressing music from the gramophone, raising her voice. ]
I'm home.
[ No Toby either. Perhaps Gina was out with him on a walk. She follows the sound of the music, and......struggles to even parse what she is looking at. ]
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At the very least it is the first thing she hears when she comes home. She is not selfish enough to be away for long, certainly no more than a night or two, but it already feels like too long as she steps into the house, struggling to kick off her boots. There's a sigh as she listens to the depressing music from the gramophone, raising her voice. ]
I'm home.
[ No Toby either. Perhaps Gina was out with him on a walk. She follows the sound of the music, and......struggles to even parse what she is looking at. ]
M, Mr Sholmes?
[ Honestly, the fuck. ]