Puffin B, Late Sunday Evening
Conner had just tossed his things into his alcove when he got here, before wandering off to be sociable or something silly like that.
Which unfortunately meant that he was now stuck with the task of unpacking so he actually, you know, had a bed to sleep on. Since sleep was a Good Thing, he was grudgingly applying himself to said task now. And in order to hopefully alleviate some of the drudgery, the curtain to his alcove was wide open.
Which unfortunately meant that he was now stuck with the task of unpacking so he actually, you know, had a bed to sleep on. Since sleep was a Good Thing, he was grudgingly applying himself to said task now. And in order to hopefully alleviate some of the drudgery, the curtain to his alcove was wide open.