Room 206, Wednesday Morning
There was a cat, and there was a Really Useful Book, and there were drawings on the walls of towers and jugglers and of a sandcastle, and of a million other things, done up in paints and charcoals and crayons, all done in her hand.
The bed still hadn't been made.
It hadn't been slept in last night, either.
There were dresses and purple t-shirts in their laundry pile that still smelled like Naminé. Valentine had spent the night there. Clinging to the dresses while the book and the cat had laid claim to the bed.
He had no plans whatsoever to get up today.
[The door isn't open, but the post is, should anyone see a need to pay a visit.]
The bed still hadn't been made.
It hadn't been slept in last night, either.
There were dresses and purple t-shirts in their laundry pile that still smelled like Naminé. Valentine had spent the night there. Clinging to the dresses while the book and the cat had laid claim to the bed.
He had no plans whatsoever to get up today.
[The door isn't open, but the post is, should anyone see a need to pay a visit.]