He shrugs. “It’s okay. The others already told me; no one means to come here.”
Which makes sense. Why would anybody want to be trapped here in this little room? Boba doesn’t mind it so much, but then, it’s his. And, if he’s being honest, it’s kind of nice to see it again—even if not everything is as he remembers it.
It is weird seeing other people here, though. In real life, there’d only been a handful of people who ever saw the inside of this apartment at all and fewer still who’d seen inside his room. It leaves Boba feeling a little exposed, even when there’s nothing he really has to hide in here.
“My name is Boba,” He answers, then pauses. “I think… it’s okay if you touch something. Someone else did earlier and it wasn’t so bad.”
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Which makes sense. Why would anybody want to be trapped here in this little room? Boba doesn’t mind it so much, but then, it’s his. And, if he’s being honest, it’s kind of nice to see it again—even if not everything is as he remembers it.
It is weird seeing other people here, though. In real life, there’d only been a handful of people who ever saw the inside of this apartment at all and fewer still who’d seen inside his room. It leaves Boba feeling a little exposed, even when there’s nothing he really has to hide in here.
“My name is Boba,” He answers, then pauses. “I think… it’s okay if you touch something. Someone else did earlier and it wasn’t so bad.”