Outside 18 Apocalypse Avenue, Sunday Evening

[doubleohblonde]

Back from his explorations of the island, Asriel was sitting outside the house he was supposedly renting rooms at, and writing down notes about this place and the people on it. Hopefully he'd not only be able to figure out how he got here, but how to manage to travel between worlds of his own volition. Occasionally his hand would drift down to stroke Stelmaria's head.

[For one person in particular, but open!]