Room 316 - Saturday Night - 01/10
Liir didn't much like his phone and he rarely checked his messages even when the light was flashing for it, so much of the day's madness had passed him by.
Instead, he'd spent a quiet day inside, drinking tea and working on his most recent attempt at new skills: knitting. Of course, he'd been working on this for a while, but there were so many different little fiddly parts to the damnable craft, it was no wonder. Makejoy had spent a good two hours with her paws over her eyes as her daddy had cursed and stomped and tossed split ring markers while attempting the seemingly simple task of turning the heel of a sock.
The heel had been passed, however, and now he we working on the toe with singular focus. That said, the door was cracked open and he'd be as friendly as he ever was should anyone decide to come by.
[for one but open, of course]
Instead, he'd spent a quiet day inside, drinking tea and working on his most recent attempt at new skills: knitting. Of course, he'd been working on this for a while, but there were so many different little fiddly parts to the damnable craft, it was no wonder. Makejoy had spent a good two hours with her paws over her eyes as her daddy had cursed and stomped and tossed split ring markers while attempting the seemingly simple task of turning the heel of a sock.
The heel had been passed, however, and now he we working on the toe with singular focus. That said, the door was cracked open and he'd be as friendly as he ever was should anyone decide to come by.
[for one but open, of course]