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[DJ]

Estee wasn't uncomfortable in the car, which was a surprise because she turned nervous at times durning speed, recklessness, or uncontrollable behavior, but she for some reason didn't mind Daniel's actions. Unlike most others, Estee wasn't craving her license. It was a hassle to need someone to drive you places, but that was the only reason she'd need to get a license. Estee really didn't care about driving. It didn't look fun, and she rarely had places to go.

As they got to the familiar house, Estee stepped out of the car as Daniel opened the door and, as usual, gave him a light thank you. She appreciated it, even if she didn't sound like she cared. But she did care. It was just hard to show.

She walked next to Daniel to the door, and snuck in front of him, opening the glass-paneled entrance and invited him in.

[D E M O N //]

Daniel followed Estee into Hope's house. He looking around Uncomfortably. He had never really had any friends, meaning that he was not used to being at anyone elses house. And anything was better then his. Honestly, there was crap all over the floor. Anyone else might have thought that a tornado went through it. And honestly, thats what it looked like. But he didn't mind, he would just never want anyone else to set foot in the tiny little studio with barely enough room to walk manuver.

What little room there was was full of horse stuff. Anything and everything. Sure, most of it was at the barn, but he seemed to keep everything. Daniel was naturally a very sentimental person, and didn't get rid of anything, because it all brought back memories. Slung over the back of the only chair actually on it's feet was a purple halter, that happened to be Dose's first. It was things like these that made the entire house smell like horse, But Daniel wasn't it made him feel at home. But because he was so used to it stepping into anyone else's house made him feel like he was in a muesam.