Never thought I'd thread with myself, but I really don't know how to tell this story otherwise. H-here I go...
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Stepping through the door, Eckhart was immediately taken aback. He hadn't stepped into the hostel's hallway as he expected, instead stepping into a cozy looking bedroom. "W-what?" he stammered out loud. "Where am I?"
"It surprised me the first time too."
Eckhart froze. The voice alone was enough to bring back memories, both good and bad. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he looked in the direction of her voice. His sister stood in the corner of the room, hands behind her back. "Hildegarde..."
The boy met her gaze, then broke it. Emotions surged through him. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he was at a loss how to start. Finally, after a few minutes, he spoke.
"...What on earth are you wearing?"
"Sweet Ansgar, that dress is fucking gaudy. I hope she kept the receipt for that thing."