Room 223 and beyond - Monday morning
With a yawn and a stretch, Kawalsky noted, first with confusion and then with satisfaction, that he didn't have webbed feet, he was no longer a penguin and his name was no longer spelled with an 'o' and an 'i'.
As he rose and dressed in sweatpants, sneakers, a t-shirt and a hoodie, the weekend came back to him and he couldn't help but snicker to himself at the weirdness of Fandom. He'd be telling these stories to his kids - if he ever had kids - for years, but he had no doubt that they'd never believe it all until they saw it for themselves.
Closing the room door behind him, he headed out for a morning run, wondering how the hell the penguin was going to drive the entire island to Antarctica and making a mental note to check in on Alanna when he got back. Today he was going to tell her everything. But first he needed his run.
He started down the stairs, humming 'I Just Can't Wait to Be King' quietly to himself.
As he rose and dressed in sweatpants, sneakers, a t-shirt and a hoodie, the weekend came back to him and he couldn't help but snicker to himself at the weirdness of Fandom. He'd be telling these stories to his kids - if he ever had kids - for years, but he had no doubt that they'd never believe it all until they saw it for themselves.
Closing the room door behind him, he headed out for a morning run, wondering how the hell the penguin was going to drive the entire island to Antarctica and making a mental note to check in on Alanna when he got back. Today he was going to tell her everything. But first he needed his run.
He started down the stairs, humming 'I Just Can't Wait to Be King' quietly to himself.