Missing: One exotic bird
Who: Valdi, Loto, Peter, Puffin
When: 24th October, 5.40pm
Where: The Charleston, corridor of Floor 2
What: Loto has found an interesting specimen.
Crap crap crap crap.
Valdi glanced from the clock, to the door, to his room and back to the door again.
Okay. Relax.
There was still 20 minutes until Sindre finished work, meaning about half an hour before he walked through that door and realised that the puffin was gone. Puffin was gone.
He poked again at the small bag of herring in his grasp, aware that his hands were starting to smell more and more like fish every time a small morsel was taken out and hopelessly waved around.
"..Puffiiiin?"
It was useless. The bird had clearly found it's way out into the apartment complex, and there was no telling how far it had gotten while Valdi was out buying the stupid thing food.
5.45pm. Crap.
He dashed outside, waving the bag of fish desperately and praying, praying that nobody had taken the bird in.
End of the corridor and down the stairs, down to level two.
Ohh the landlord was going to kill him, and if he didn't Sindre would.
When: 24th October, 5.40pm
Where: The Charleston, corridor of Floor 2
What: Loto has found an interesting specimen.
Crap crap crap crap.
Valdi glanced from the clock, to the door, to his room and back to the door again.
Okay. Relax.
There was still 20 minutes until Sindre finished work, meaning about half an hour before he walked through that door and realised that the puffin was gone. Puffin was gone.
He poked again at the small bag of herring in his grasp, aware that his hands were starting to smell more and more like fish every time a small morsel was taken out and hopelessly waved around.
"..Puffiiiin?"
It was useless. The bird had clearly found it's way out into the apartment complex, and there was no telling how far it had gotten while Valdi was out buying the stupid thing food.
5.45pm. Crap.
He dashed outside, waving the bag of fish desperately and praying, praying that nobody had taken the bird in.
End of the corridor and down the stairs, down to level two.
Ohh the landlord was going to kill him, and if he didn't Sindre would.