Bad trip?
Dario needs a break from his work, staring at the computer screen too much is making him go crosseyed, especially through the haze of a mixture of cigarette, pot, and incense smoke. Right, he needs food. Maybe popcorn? Popcorn sounds good. And coffee.
He makes his way to the kitchen, joint tucked carefully behind his ear and cigarettes in their safe place in his pocket (God forbid he goes anywhere without either), and opens the door to the pantry to find his popcorn. Only it's not the door to his pantry anymore. He turns back around to try and figure out where the pantry (and more importantly, the popcorn) went, but neither are there. It's a completely new room, a completely new place.
"Whoa..." he breathes, looking boggled. "Weird fucking trip."
Typist: Enter Dario Black. No relation to the HP Blacks at all XD Just a silly kid from New Orleans. Have at him!
He makes his way to the kitchen, joint tucked carefully behind his ear and cigarettes in their safe place in his pocket (God forbid he goes anywhere without either), and opens the door to the pantry to find his popcorn. Only it's not the door to his pantry anymore. He turns back around to try and figure out where the pantry (and more importantly, the popcorn) went, but neither are there. It's a completely new room, a completely new place.
"Whoa..." he breathes, looking boggled. "Weird fucking trip."
Typist: Enter Dario Black. No relation to the HP Blacks at all XD Just a silly kid from New Orleans. Have at him!