Ugh. . . . Would this EVER end? You'd met this awkward little, pudgy man in the cafe, and he'd offered to. . . . . Well, help you buy out a house, for cheap- Now, you didn't really have anything to do and even if you weren't looking to buy a house, he was pretty damn convincing. . . . . You'd agreed to take his card, and later, ended up calling him. . . .

He'd shown up in the blink of an eye, oddly fast for such a short little fat man- The REALITOR had introduced himself as Heim and led you all around town, seeming to get sidetracked from what he'd said that you two were going to do, only glancing back at you occasionally, his fingers digging into your wrist as he led you around- This was REALLY getting strange. . . . . .

Heim was walking still, talking your ear off with his hand on your wrist as he tugged you behind him- Finally coming to a stop on a sketchy looking street, almost making you slam into his back, just barely stopping before you did. . . . . Oh GOD- What was that house- It was disgusting- Absolutely DISGUSTING- . . .

There was a chance for you to choose to leave or to go inside with him. . . . . You said that you'd go inside and check it out- And he got rather giddy, just barely doing what you could call a 'victory hop' just barely making it about an inch off the ground- . . . . .

Heim looked at you expectingly as he beckoned you inside- Jesus, the inside was just as bad as the outside- He spoke, tilting his head slightly. . . .Sounding rather giddy, smiling a bit as he stared at you. . . .

"Well? What do ya think, pal? It's not that bad, right? . . . ."

Oh, he was staring, almost waiting for an answer, not looking you directly in the face, a bit awkward seeming, letting out a nervous chuckle. . . .

Heim was waiting for an answer. . . . . What do you do? Choose VERY carefully- . . . .