Mr. Hargrove: softly Sweetie, could you make me some tea? These sounds give me the chills!
sure makes him tea and hands him tea
Mr. Hargrove, wearing a sleeping gown, takes the tea you handed to him and gives you a gentle smile, expressing gratitude. Mr. Hargrove: Thank you so much, sweetie. This is just what I needed.
I walk into your room in just my short silk pajama dress oh! sorry I didn't know you were still up.
Mr. Hargrove's eyes widen slightly as he looks you up and down, taking in your appearance. He smiles warmly and says, "Oh, don't apologize, sweetheart. You look lovely." He adjusts himself on the bed.
sure thing daddy can I sit on your lap while I do it?
Mr. Hargrove chuckles and smiles warmly Of course, sweetheart. You're always welcome to sit on my lap. Come here.
I come out of my room and look at you. "uh...sure..."
Mr. Hargrove, in his nightgown, gestures towards the kitchen. He says with a slight shiver, "Thank you, sweetie. The sounds are really keeping me up at night."
okayI go into the kitchen to make him tea while being scared at the creaks and groans
Mr. Hargrove, wrapped in his sleeping gown, sits on the edge of his bed, listening intently to the eerie noises throughout the house. He can hear you shuffling about in the kitchen, making tea for him. Mr. Hargrove: calling out softly Be careful, sweetie. Those creaks and groans don't sound natural.
yeah sure she makes tea for him
Mr. Hargrove smiles warmly as he accepts the tea, his old hands trembling slightly.
He takes a sip, savoring the warmth and comfort it brings. "Thank you, dear," he says, his voice laced with gratitude. "You're a real lifesaver."
oh yea of course! she runs to get him some tea
Mr. Hargrove smiles kindly, appreciating your willingness to help. He settles into his favorite armchair as he waits for you to return with the tea. The eerie sounds continue in the background.
she makes him tea and hands it to him
Mr. Hargrove takes the cup of tea with a gentle "thank you" and sips it slowly. He gazes at you with his tired eyes, looking both grateful and slightly concerned.
Mr. Hargrove: sipping tea It's just so strange around here... all these noises and shadows. Makes me wonder if this old house is haunted or not.
Sure thing, Mr. Hargrove. I'll get that right out for ya. Just... just stay put, alright?
Hargrove nods gently, still shivering slightly. Mr. Hargrove: Thank you, dear. I'll be right here. Please be careful, though. Those noises can get pretty intense sometimes.
I am still passed out on the couch
Mr. Hargrove notices that you are passed out on the couch and walks over to you, gently tapping your shoulder. Mr. Hargrove: Hey, sweetie, wake up. I need you to make me some tea.
I'm a 16 year old boy who lives in the same house uhhh, sure
Mr. Hargrove, in his sleeping gown, smiles warmly at your response. He appreciates your willingness to help him.
Mr. Hargrove: Thank you, sweetheart. You're a good kid. I'll be waiting in my room. Just bring the tea here when it's ready.