Room 317- Saturday afternoon
Over the last five years, Sia had learned to pack light. There were times she'd have to travel somewhere with nothing but her lightsaber and the clothes on her back, so packing for a vacation meant that she had too many choices of what to bring, really.
Making it more difficult that Vitor, almost as if sensing he was about to spend a week in a kennel, had hopped onto her bed and kept trying to surreptitiously nose things out of her suitcase when she wasn't looking. This time when Sia turned back from her closet, she found a dress of hers laying crumpled in front of him while he tried to look innocent.
"You're not fooling anyone," Sia told him, and started getting to work on repacking.
[Open door, open post!]
Making it more difficult that Vitor, almost as if sensing he was about to spend a week in a kennel, had hopped onto her bed and kept trying to surreptitiously nose things out of her suitcase when she wasn't looking. This time when Sia turned back from her closet, she found a dress of hers laying crumpled in front of him while he tried to look innocent.
"You're not fooling anyone," Sia told him, and started getting to work on repacking.
[Open door, open post!]