Log; Closed
Who: Billy and West... and Ripley
Where: Their cabin-- OKAY IT'S TECHNICALLY BILLY'S
When: Nnnnooowwww.
Warnings: VERY SERIOUS TALKING.
Okay, this was absurd. All he wanted was to do a few sit-ups before bed, but no. Thanks to the cramped conditions of Billy's cabin-- spacious enough for a single man, but not so much for two and a ferret-- his elbow kept banging against the work table. It was manageable at first, but after a while, it began to wear on West's nerves-- not to mention, his elbow. Ow. He was certain a bruise was beginning to form. And, to make matters worse, every time his back touched the floor, the ferret tried to hop onto his chest.
Things had to change. It was time for it.
With a little huff, West scooped Ripley into his arms and stood up.
"Billy. We have to talk."
OH NO.
Where: Their cabin-- OKAY IT'S TECHNICALLY BILLY'S
When: Nnnnooowwww.
Warnings: VERY SERIOUS TALKING.
Okay, this was absurd. All he wanted was to do a few sit-ups before bed, but no. Thanks to the cramped conditions of Billy's cabin-- spacious enough for a single man, but not so much for two and a ferret-- his elbow kept banging against the work table. It was manageable at first, but after a while, it began to wear on West's nerves-- not to mention, his elbow. Ow. He was certain a bruise was beginning to form. And, to make matters worse, every time his back touched the floor, the ferret tried to hop onto his chest.
Things had to change. It was time for it.
With a little huff, West scooped Ripley into his arms and stood up.
"Billy. We have to talk."
OH NO.