Leo grins at Donnie, pushing himself off the wall. There's more to do, lights and surfaces and tech, so he can't lounge back too long.
"Nothing wrong with a private hang-out. We can do whatever we want to with it."
Leo holds up his hands like he's taking a picture, swinging around the space. "Once we get some better lighting and some furniture, a place to watch movies and play video games, a place for pizza eating... maybe we can find an old air hockey table again... maybe do some graffiti to liven up the place... We could turn this into something pretty special."
He says it to get himself excited for it as much as Donnie. He hasn't missed all Donnie's sighs, and he gets the sentiment. But if they try to think of it like something fun and exciting instead of the giant chore it is, it won't be so bad.
What's that song from that movie? A spoonful of sugar or whatever? Something like that.
"We can't fit a ramp but maybe we can add a grind rail."
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"Nothing wrong with a private hang-out. We can do whatever we want to with it."
Leo holds up his hands like he's taking a picture, swinging around the space. "Once we get some better lighting and some furniture, a place to watch movies and play video games, a place for pizza eating... maybe we can find an old air hockey table again... maybe do some graffiti to liven up the place... We could turn this into something pretty special."
He says it to get himself excited for it as much as Donnie. He hasn't missed all Donnie's sighs, and he gets the sentiment. But if they try to think of it like something fun and exciting instead of the giant chore it is, it won't be so bad.
What's that song from that movie? A spoonful of sugar or whatever? Something like that.
"We can't fit a ramp but maybe we can add a grind rail."