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[ Log: Royalty in Detroit]
Apr. 7th, 2010 03:40 pm[ The house was a white one with wide windows in the front clearly a renovated porch the bottom haves of the glass had blinds on the but the rest was exposed. The house was made of brick for the most part, once inside the porch there was another door and though that was the lundry room leading into the kitchen. Though it didn't look fancy and was clearly an older house. It had a lot of love too it. Clearly not a place Bobby made. Even if he did fix a lot of it up after the shot out.
The door to the Mercer house came open as Bobby Mercer; The Michigan Muller stood there on the otherside looking at the princess a moment before out the door to make sure she was not followed.] "Thought you were bringing your twin?"
he asked as he reached out to take her bags from her, no sense in letting a woman carry her bags in on her own. He may be far from a gentlemen but if Ma was alive she'd give him hell for disrespecting an actual lady under her roof.]
The door to the Mercer house came open as Bobby Mercer; The Michigan Muller stood there on the otherside looking at the princess a moment before out the door to make sure she was not followed.] "Thought you were bringing your twin?"
he asked as he reached out to take her bags from her, no sense in letting a woman carry her bags in on her own. He may be far from a gentlemen but if Ma was alive she'd give him hell for disrespecting an actual lady under her roof.]
