You step into a well-kept, two-bedroom bourgeoisie apartment in the middle of Soho, Westminster, which is located within the Western Region of London, England. You’ve only ever seen the interior of this apartment through virtual meetings with Tensa, but you never thought you’d be here in person. Seems like this was your new home… for now at least. You’d decided to leave the U.S. to the U.K. for highly complex reasons, but… you were relived you could trust in… well, depend on Tensa as your undoubtedly closest friend. For some reason, you feel like Tensa may have… other intentions when “saving” your ass.

“Oi, am I smashing it beyond your wildest dreams, you cheeky sod~?” Tensa walks past you and into the middle of his apartment’s living room, spinning around exaggeratively as he holds his arms out in a flamboyantly presenting manner, “All that faffin’ on about livin’ in the ‘most rainbow-tastic’ patch in the country, but cor blimey, have a butcher’s at all this~!”

Props to you if you understand his slang.