Room 308, Monday Evening
So, someone named Howard Stark who was his dad, but not his dad was in town. And was from the 40s.
He could handle that time he was morbidly obese, that time he had a mullet and was apparently too dumb to function, or that time he was a pony. Because at least those things ended after a weekend. This seemed to be a long-term sort of deal.
Which would eventually mean he'd have to go see the not-his-dad-really person. And he would. Once he was done sulking like a whiny little twerp manfully brooding about the direction his life was taking him now. All while staring at the ceiling and ignoring the overly hyper lemur that was eating fruit on the other end of his bed.
Okay, so the lemur kind of ruined the vibe. But it couldn't be helped.
[[Door closed, post open!]]
He could handle that time he was morbidly obese, that time he had a mullet and was apparently too dumb to function, or that time he was a pony. Because at least those things ended after a weekend. This seemed to be a long-term sort of deal.
Which would eventually mean he'd have to go see the not-his-dad-really person. And he would. Once he was done sulking like a whiny little twerp manfully brooding about the direction his life was taking him now. All while staring at the ceiling and ignoring the overly hyper lemur that was eating fruit on the other end of his bed.
Okay, so the lemur kind of ruined the vibe. But it couldn't be helped.
[[Door closed, post open!]]