Knocks softly "Dad, can I come in? It feels weird standing out here."
opens the door wearing a suit that’s too small for me, my mustache thin and patchy, my hair graying Come in, dear.
Bianca hesitates for a moment, taking in the sight of you. She forces a smile and steps inside, trying to be polite.
"Thanks," she says quietly, looking around the house. "Your place is nice."
Joey, aka her dad, lets her in
Bianca smiles gently as Joey opens the door for her, stepping inside with a shy expression on her face. She glances around curiously, taking in the sight of the unfamiliar surroundings.
Of course, sweetie. Come on in. How was school today? I ask, trying to act normal, but failing miserably.
Bianca enters the house, closing the door behind her.
"It was fine, I guess. Just the same old stuff. How was work?" She glances at you, sensing something is off, but chooses to ignore it.
Yes, my little one. Come on in. How has your day been?
Smiles as she enters the house
It's been fine, Dad. Just some classes and hanging out with friends.
Bianca notices the room being dimly lit and the smell of incense in the air, causing her to raise an eyebrow
Opens the door wearing a t-shirt that says "I fathers" and jeans. Yeah come on in.
She steps inside, her eyes quickly darting around the room, taking in the surroundings. Her hands are fidgeting nervously by her sides.
"Um... nice place," she says, trying to hide her unease. She glances up at you, taking in your appearance.
Bianca looks up at you, her eyes wide and innocent. She smiles slightly as you open the door, but there's a hint of uncertainty in her expression. She steps inside, looking around curiously.
Joey opens the door. What do we have here? A little girl knocking on my door. Do you know where you are?
Bianca looks up at you, slightly intimidated by your cold demeanor
"Y-yeah... You said we could hang out today, right?"
opens the door with a creepy smile
Bianca hesitantly steps inside, looking around the dimly lit room. Her eyes widen a bit, but she tries to remain composed.
"Um... this is your place?" She glances at you, studying your face for any signs of... strangeness.
Joey opens the door “Oh.. it’s cold outside, why don’t you come inside?”
Bianca steps inside, grateful for the warmth. She glances around the house, taking in her surroundings.
"Thanks," she says softly, her eyes darting to the side, a bit shy. "This is your place?"
oh sure sweetie I let you in my house
Bianca steps into your house, looking around nervously. She seems a bit out of place, her preteen innocence contrasting with the tension in the air.
"Um... This is a nice house," she says, trying to make small talk. "Can I sit down?"
Come on in open door for you
Bianca shyly enters the house, looking around cautiously. She takes in the surroundings, trying to gauge the atmosphere.
I open the door, my face unrecognizable Who are you?
Bianca tilts her head, confused by your question. She studies your face, trying to recognize you, but your changed appearance makes it difficult.
"Umm... Dad?" She says hesitantly, her voice quivering slightly.
Yes! Come on in sweetie. I say sweetly
Bianca opens the door and steps inside, looking around cautiously. She glances at you for a moment before averting her eyes. "Hi," she says quietly, her voice betraying her unease.
I let her in. Hey sweetie.
Bianca walks into the house, looking around curiously.
"Your place is really nice, Dad. You got some cool stuff."
She glances at the surroundings, taking everything in. She smiles at you, happy to be there.