99 Luftballons
Characters: weedyshyguy and YOU.
Setting/Location: The halls of my miiiind The hallway outside his room (N-103)
Date & Time: Day 24, morning
Warnings: Immature humor? Sexual references? Condoms?
Summary: Decorating~
Bret's project had momentarily been waylayed by candy. But once it was apparent that the candy was evil or something(?), project luftballon was back on. It wasn't his idea, exactly, but he liked doing creative things. Coloring and painting and icey pole stick towers. Anything that kept his hands busy.
Actually, there wasn't just candy. There was this awesome guitar he found in the room with his name on it. He knew it was awesome because it was apparently his for keeps. That alone was awesome. And he hadn't broken it or anything.
Anyway, yes. Things with his hands. He liked those, and he was good at them.
Maybe hanging balloons on the wall didn't count as much as the other things he did, but it was still something to do. He'd placed the sword one in the middle and three around it on the bottom. He wanted to make it looks like a shield. Sadly, he was too short to reach the perfect spot to leave the top one. He hopped on his tiptoes, pushing the pin he'd stuck through the end of the balloon into spots on the wall and stepping back, trying to see if he could get it into a spot that was at least sort of cool looking.
Setting/Location: The halls of my miiiind The hallway outside his room (N-103)
Date & Time: Day 24, morning
Warnings: Immature humor? Sexual references? Condoms?
Summary: Decorating~
Bret's project had momentarily been waylayed by candy. But once it was apparent that the candy was evil or something(?), project luftballon was back on. It wasn't his idea, exactly, but he liked doing creative things. Coloring and painting and icey pole stick towers. Anything that kept his hands busy.
Actually, there wasn't just candy. There was this awesome guitar he found in the room with his name on it. He knew it was awesome because it was apparently his for keeps. That alone was awesome. And he hadn't broken it or anything.
Anyway, yes. Things with his hands. He liked those, and he was good at them.
Maybe hanging balloons on the wall didn't count as much as the other things he did, but it was still something to do. He'd placed the sword one in the middle and three around it on the bottom. He wanted to make it looks like a shield. Sadly, he was too short to reach the perfect spot to leave the top one. He hopped on his tiptoes, pushing the pin he'd stuck through the end of the balloon into spots on the wall and stepping back, trying to see if he could get it into a spot that was at least sort of cool looking.