Weeping Angel Cabin - Alcove A2, Friday Morning
For a change, Calvin didn't sleep through his alarm, coming to full wakefulness before it had stopped beeping and not even hitting the snooze button once, let alone the usual half-dozen times. As he sat up, he heard a soft thud, and looked down to see that Hobbes had fallen to the floor.
He frowned as he picked Hobbes up. He'd never realised before just how battered and ratty the old toy tiger had gotten, or that at his age it was really kind of ridiculous to be owning a soft toy, let alone sleeping with it every night without fail. No wonder he couldn't get a girlfriend.
Shrugging and tossing Hobbes back on the bed, Calvin made a decision. First thing tomorrow he'd take it down to the nearest Goodwill, and see if they'd take it. If not there was always the trash.
[establishy, because D: D: D:]
He frowned as he picked Hobbes up. He'd never realised before just how battered and ratty the old toy tiger had gotten, or that at his age it was really kind of ridiculous to be owning a soft toy, let alone sleeping with it every night without fail. No wonder he couldn't get a girlfriend.
Shrugging and tossing Hobbes back on the bed, Calvin made a decision. First thing tomorrow he'd take it down to the nearest Goodwill, and see if they'd take it. If not there was always the trash.
[establishy, because D: D: D:]