Shopping Spree (open)
[ WHO ]: Cloud (stormhelm), America (amerihero), Shiki (p3rfect_kill3r)
[ WHERE ]: Apartment foyer / eventually the hardware store
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open~
[ RATING ]: G
[ WARNINGS ]: Bunnings Warehouse - Lowest prices are just the beginning!
[ NOTES ]: Sorry for kinda spamming the log community, but I've had a lot of free time lately and it's just so fun here ^_^;
[ WHAT ]: A much-needed trip to the warehouse. Cloud is heeding the 'go nowhere alone' advice and posted this up.
He'd been leaning against the reception desk for about fifteen minutes, absently pinging the old-fashioned bell on the desktop besides the sign-in book and the remainder of the birthday cake. It was quite awful that no one had scooped up the mess and stashed it in a bin somewhere, the sweet being left there to rot, more or less. Not to mention, attract fleas.
Oh, the god-damn fleas. Just the thought of them crawling over everything made Cloud's skin crawl, and it hadn't helped that Shiki insisted on burning things to get rid of the little pests. That had been the last straw; the smell of fire still a little too much for him to bear. Cloud was no stranger to living alone, and he preferred it, so today would have to be the day he braved it to this hardware store and got what he needed to fix the doors at his own apartment.
He should be glad when he's rid of me, anyway. Doubt he's been sleeping well. He took in a sudden, deep breath and shook his head, trying to wake himself up. Nighttime was a stretch of seemingly endless hours within which he tossed, turned, fell into lucid half-dreams and awoke sweating and screaming bloody murder, everything but sleep, really. Which couldn't have been pleasant for the grumpy room-mate.
Glancing up at the clock above the desk, Cloud sighed gently to himself. I'll wait another fifteen, and just go by myself if no one shows.
[ WHERE ]: Apartment foyer / eventually the hardware store
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open~
[ RATING ]: G
[ WARNINGS ]: Bunnings Warehouse - Lowest prices are just the beginning!
[ NOTES ]: Sorry for kinda spamming the log community, but I've had a lot of free time lately and it's just so fun here ^_^;
[ WHAT ]: A much-needed trip to the warehouse. Cloud is heeding the 'go nowhere alone' advice and posted this up.
He'd been leaning against the reception desk for about fifteen minutes, absently pinging the old-fashioned bell on the desktop besides the sign-in book and the remainder of the birthday cake. It was quite awful that no one had scooped up the mess and stashed it in a bin somewhere, the sweet being left there to rot, more or less. Not to mention, attract fleas.
Oh, the god-damn fleas. Just the thought of them crawling over everything made Cloud's skin crawl, and it hadn't helped that Shiki insisted on burning things to get rid of the little pests. That had been the last straw; the smell of fire still a little too much for him to bear. Cloud was no stranger to living alone, and he preferred it, so today would have to be the day he braved it to this hardware store and got what he needed to fix the doors at his own apartment.
He should be glad when he's rid of me, anyway. Doubt he's been sleeping well. He took in a sudden, deep breath and shook his head, trying to wake himself up. Nighttime was a stretch of seemingly endless hours within which he tossed, turned, fell into lucid half-dreams and awoke sweating and screaming bloody murder, everything but sleep, really. Which couldn't have been pleasant for the grumpy room-mate.
Glancing up at the clock above the desk, Cloud sighed gently to himself. I'll wait another fifteen, and just go by myself if no one shows.