Room 414, Sunday Morning
May. 20th, 2012 03:04 pmAtton started the morning on a high note: he fell right back out of the bed he had stubbornly forced himself into the previous night. Not only that, but his bed creaked and protested and generally gave real indications it was seriously considering giving up on this staying upright thing.
"...I'm still a pony," Atton concluded. Yes. Top marks.
"I'm gonna have to move to the other bed," he concluded a couple of moments later. "Next time I see the Trandoshan who sold me on this, I'm punching him in the face."
Beat.
"And I'm just going to keep on talking to myself because there's nobody else here."
Yeah, it was going to be a day.
[[ post open, door creaked ]]
"...I'm still a pony," Atton concluded. Yes. Top marks.
"I'm gonna have to move to the other bed," he concluded a couple of moments later. "Next time I see the Trandoshan who sold me on this, I'm punching him in the face."
Beat.
"And I'm just going to keep on talking to myself because there's nobody else here."
Yeah, it was going to be a day.
[[ post open, door creaked ]]