Room 207 - Closed to Travis for the time being
Glitch was flustered. He had gaps in his memory again-- not long, a few seconds here, a few seconds there, a name lost-- but it was enough to make him really, really very uncomfortable.
His porcelain stepchild to be was gamely distracting him, showing the mauritanium and emerald pendant that kept him, well, moving outside of the china country's big magic gathering wall. He was also climbing everywhere-- Giselle's (and Glitch's, to be completely honest) taste for flowing decor and the occasional piece of lace meant a lot of handholds for a careful young man.
It was so frustrating, not knowing what he'd stumbled in on, and not sure whether he should be angry or relieved that he didn't know. He sat in his room, deeply uncomfortable, hoping Travis made good on his offer to come over.
Very nice man.
His porcelain stepchild to be was gamely distracting him, showing the mauritanium and emerald pendant that kept him, well, moving outside of the china country's big magic gathering wall. He was also climbing everywhere-- Giselle's (and Glitch's, to be completely honest) taste for flowing decor and the occasional piece of lace meant a lot of handholds for a careful young man.
It was so frustrating, not knowing what he'd stumbled in on, and not sure whether he should be angry or relieved that he didn't know. He sat in his room, deeply uncomfortable, hoping Travis made good on his offer to come over.
Very nice man.