[There's a small huff of laughter at that joke, Fenris' eyes rising to take in the sight. The skylight-née-hole-in-the-ceiling has been a misery this winter, truthfully, but he'll be glad to have it closed before too many birds can come swooping in.]
If you say so.
[It's not a snotty answer; rather, a clear deference to experience. Fenris glances where Dante does, vaguely taking note of his assessment.]
Most of it can be thrown out. None of it is mine, save for two or three rooms I use.
[A small bathroom, his own room, and a guest bedroom.]
You're free to take what you want, if anything catches your eye. Though given most of these are old portraits and crates of moth-eaten clothing, perhaps not.
[And you know, there's no time like the present, so:]
Anything that's usable we can put back into the manor, if you don't want it, you could probably donate it...[Dante paused to brush some dust off of a portrait hanging on the wall]...except for this, no one's gonna to want this. Hard to tell if it's the painter or the subject, but this guy looks like he was born with a stick rammed up his ass.
[To which he pulls the portrait down and hammer throws it right out of the open door.]
We'll call that the burn pile for everything that deserves to go up in smoke.
[To which all of the portraits will likely end up being heaped onto.]
For anything you don't want but it might have some use to someone...[Dante says opening a trunk filled with said motheaten clothing]...throw it on the meh pile.
[The trunk gets tossed out of a nearby window, sorry Fenris, this is absolutely chaotic.]
Anything that's still good?
[Dante picks up a floor tile, give is the old bush off, it looks like it could fit right back into place.]
It's a keeper pile.
[To which he places it neatly in the center of the large room they are currently in.]
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no subject
If you say so.
[It's not a snotty answer; rather, a clear deference to experience. Fenris glances where Dante does, vaguely taking note of his assessment.]
Most of it can be thrown out. None of it is mine, save for two or three rooms I use.
[A small bathroom, his own room, and a guest bedroom.]
You're free to take what you want, if anything catches your eye. Though given most of these are old portraits and crates of moth-eaten clothing, perhaps not.
[And you know, there's no time like the present, so:]
We can begin now, if it suits you.
no subject
[To which he pulls the portrait down and hammer throws it right out of the open door.]
We'll call that the burn pile for everything that deserves to go up in smoke.
[To which all of the portraits will likely end up being heaped onto.]
For anything you don't want but it might have some use to someone...[Dante says opening a trunk filled with said motheaten clothing]...throw it on the meh pile.
[The trunk gets tossed out of a nearby window, sorry Fenris, this is absolutely chaotic.]
Anything that's still good?
[Dante picks up a floor tile, give is the old bush off, it looks like it could fit right back into place.]
It's a keeper pile.
[To which he places it neatly in the center of the large room they are currently in.]