The Dormhouse was exactly like how they left it. Except for the copious amount of dust that had piled up in their absence. Seeing all of the hard work that Luna had done guiding others to help her clean the place up only to return to it being a mess made her realize one thing.
When it came to the cleanliness of a home, she was a clean freak.
Rachel let out a long whistle as she surveyed the room. "I'm actually surprised this place is still standing."
Greg shot her a look of irritation. "You could have just not said that."
Rachel grinned. "What? I'm just being honest."
Morgan stepped inside, brushing his fingers along the wall. A thin line appeared where he wiped away the dust. "It's exactly like I remember."
Ethan frowned, looking unimpressed. "That's not necessarily a good thing."
Greg turned sharply toward him. "If you don't like it, you can fuck off."
