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Ozouko
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The fact that she was unsure of what to do surprised Caloop slightly. He had thought that she would have had something decided, but he didn't blame her. "Well we can just stay in the city for now then." He said with a reassuring smile. As much as he wanted to he couldn't help her make that decision. When it can to a person make a decision that could greatly impact the rest of their life he had always kept his opinions to himself. Partly because he didn't want the guilt if someone took his advice and it ended up bring the wrong decision, but also because he thought that when a person makes a decision on their own it had a greater chance of being the proper choice. It was like trying to order food for someone else. His own tastes would skew his decision. It was very similar except his past experiences would skew his view of the situation and result in him choosing something the other person would not have.
"Come on, let's go up stairs. I'm sure Granny will be making breakfast by now." He said as he turned away walking down the corridor and up the spiral stairs. As soon as he slip open the door behind the clothes the smell of fried pig meat came wafting in making his mouth salivate. Being a guard you were on a strict diet that rarely ever changed. He couldn't remember the last time he had bacon. He pushed his way out of the hanging clothes and into the small wooden shop. The sun was shining in from the windows at the front of the store, setting everything in a cheery light. He crossed the small room and went of the wooden stairs creaking with each step.
The top floor of the building was nothing spectacular. The stairs led to a landing with the back wall being a sort of redish-brown stone. There was a banister that separated the landing creating what almost looked like a balcony over the stairs. There were 4 doors that lead deeper into the floor. On the landing was a square table that was low to the floor with cushions on either side. The table had been set with glazed off white pottery, a bowl of exotic fruit in the center. Sitting against the stone wall was a large iron stove where his grandmother was hard at work. "Good morning you two!" She said with out even looking away from the sizzling strips of meat on an iron pan. He walked over and hugged her kissing her on the cheek. "Good morning Granny!" He said before sitting down on the on of the cushions.
"Come on, let's go up stairs. I'm sure Granny will be making breakfast by now." He said as he turned away walking down the corridor and up the spiral stairs. As soon as he slip open the door behind the clothes the smell of fried pig meat came wafting in making his mouth salivate. Being a guard you were on a strict diet that rarely ever changed. He couldn't remember the last time he had bacon. He pushed his way out of the hanging clothes and into the small wooden shop. The sun was shining in from the windows at the front of the store, setting everything in a cheery light. He crossed the small room and went of the wooden stairs creaking with each step.
The top floor of the building was nothing spectacular. The stairs led to a landing with the back wall being a sort of redish-brown stone. There was a banister that separated the landing creating what almost looked like a balcony over the stairs. There were 4 doors that lead deeper into the floor. On the landing was a square table that was low to the floor with cushions on either side. The table had been set with glazed off white pottery, a bowl of exotic fruit in the center. Sitting against the stone wall was a large iron stove where his grandmother was hard at work. "Good morning you two!" She said with out even looking away from the sizzling strips of meat on an iron pan. He walked over and hugged her kissing her on the cheek. "Good morning Granny!" He said before sitting down on the on of the cushions.