Monday Afternoon Between Classes
A pile of assorted ingredients is sitting mostly forgotten on the floor in Edward's room. He is still reading through the bundle of letters he recieved today and frowning occasionally. Once or twice he scowls, and mutters something foul under his breath.
He glances down at the ingredients as if remembering that he was doing something, then frowns guiltily at one of the letters. With a sigh he gets up to retrieve a lined notebook and pencil, before returning to sit next to his project. Hopefully this wouldn't take long.
[Open to interaction, but it will be slowplayed like whoa.]
He glances down at the ingredients as if remembering that he was doing something, then frowns guiltily at one of the letters. With a sigh he gets up to retrieve a lined notebook and pencil, before returning to sit next to his project. Hopefully this wouldn't take long.
[Open to interaction, but it will be slowplayed like whoa.]