Rock-a-bye baby...
*Miles is sleepy.
For some reason, though, his room isn't letting him inside (he suspects that the door has been replaced with something that is just painted on).
So he's been going from room to room, trying to find somewhere with a sofa or a sleeping bag or maybe just some cushions... when he comes across a room full of pillows. And comforters. And blankets. And stuffed animals. And, in one corner, a table with mugs of hot chocolate and warm milk freshly prepared.
It's good enough for him. Miles finds a corner with a lot of fluff and curls up with a loooong yawn.*
((OOC: feel free to build forts, get drowsy, have pillow-fights, or just bounce around in the squishy niceness. :D))
For some reason, though, his room isn't letting him inside (he suspects that the door has been replaced with something that is just painted on).
So he's been going from room to room, trying to find somewhere with a sofa or a sleeping bag or maybe just some cushions... when he comes across a room full of pillows. And comforters. And blankets. And stuffed animals. And, in one corner, a table with mugs of hot chocolate and warm milk freshly prepared.
It's good enough for him. Miles finds a corner with a lot of fluff and curls up with a loooong yawn.*
((OOC: feel free to build forts, get drowsy, have pillow-fights, or just bounce around in the squishy niceness. :D))