[It’s a simple question, but it does succeed in spurring Chuuya into action.]

Guess you’re right.

[He just doesn’t know what to expect once he opens that door, but he has to do it anyway, or he’ll go on never knowing what became of his home.

He opens the door to find that everything looks almost exactly the same except...decayed. Rotting wood, frayed curtains, tattered carpets, the place looks like it hasn’t been lived in in years...

And there’s no pets to be found.]

Home sweet home, I guess.

[Looks like they arrived just in time, because seconds after they enter the heavens open up and drench the blighted landscape with a downpour of rain. A fitting addition to the setting, Chuuya supposes.]

You can look around if you want. I’m gonna salvage what I can.

[Of his own belongings, at least. The first of which is located in the kitchen pantry, oddly enough. It’s a small tin of gourmet chocolates...

Okay so maybe he was just hungry. He hasn’t seen a single piece of non-rotten food since he’d arrived here, and he’s hoping by some miracle they survived....

And, lo and behold, there they are, in pristine condition. It’s truly a Christmas miracle.]

Do you want one? Might as well eat them before they rot like everything else.