[sblock=Foyer]It's about 4' x 6' in the foyer--just a little space to put up your shoes before coming into the house, like Japanese style architecture.[/sblock]
Marco groans and rubs his cheeks. He looks very tired. "I should have listened to her," he says to himself, "This isn't going to work."
He braces himself and starts after Vaunea. "See? This is what I'm talking about! I don't want you to sleep in the foyer! I just want you to put up your axe before coming into my home! You lot are so...so...damned..." (The cursing causes him obvious discomfort.) "...stubborn, that you'd prefer to do something ridiculous like laying down in a shoe closet, as opposed to giving into a reasonable request from someone who is trying to help you! You're so blasted single-minded and self-centered that you won't even consider what anyone else wants. It's all about what you want and what you can get out of people and damn their feelings or desires! Everything has to be done your way or the highway. Well, not in my home! Now, put up your weapons or get the hells out of my house!"
Marco groans and rubs his cheeks. He looks very tired. "I should have listened to her," he says to himself, "This isn't going to work."
He braces himself and starts after Vaunea. "See? This is what I'm talking about! I don't want you to sleep in the foyer! I just want you to put up your axe before coming into my home! You lot are so...so...damned..." (The cursing causes him obvious discomfort.) "...stubborn, that you'd prefer to do something ridiculous like laying down in a shoe closet, as opposed to giving into a reasonable request from someone who is trying to help you! You're so blasted single-minded and self-centered that you won't even consider what anyone else wants. It's all about what you want and what you can get out of people and damn their feelings or desires! Everything has to be done your way or the highway. Well, not in my home! Now, put up your weapons or get the hells out of my house!"