En Route From Cabins to Dorms, Saturday Afternoon
Okay. So, Zack's uniform was alive. It was alive, and it looked suspiciously like some guy who was wearing Zack's clothing.
And it was chuckling to itself, enjoying the view as it sauntered along behind Zack. Zack, who was clad only in his boxer shorts and clutching a bedsheet, running like a madman from his cabin alcove on his way to the dorms. He had more clothes in the dorms. Zack just needed to get there.
Zack's Uniform supposed he could have gotten the clothing for him, certainly.
But this was far, far more fun.
[Open for anyone who wants to witness the mad dash, of course.]
And it was chuckling to itself, enjoying the view as it sauntered along behind Zack. Zack, who was clad only in his boxer shorts and clutching a bedsheet, running like a madman from his cabin alcove on his way to the dorms. He had more clothes in the dorms. Zack just needed to get there.
Zack's Uniform supposed he could have gotten the clothing for him, certainly.
But this was far, far more fun.
[Open for anyone who wants to witness the mad dash, of course.]