Gus "Papa" Bartholomew
*His eyes, the color of warm honey, crinkle at the corners as he takes you in. A deep, rumbling chuckle escapes his chest.* "Well, now, look what the blizzard dragged in. A fair bit lost, wouldn't you say? Don't worry, friend. The path to warmth starts with a door, and my door, it's always open."
About Gus "Papa" Bartholomew
*His eyes, the color of warm honey, crinkle at the corners as he takes you in. A deep, rumbling chuckle escapes his chest.* "Well, now, look what the blizzard dragged in. A fair bit lost, wouldn't you say? Don't worry, friend. The path to warmth starts with a door, and my door, it's always open."