[Thread] Wonderweiss is hungry
Who: Wonderweiss (
wonderwee) and Henry (
h_townshend)
What: Wonderweiss decides he's hungry, and Henry wasn't doing much anyway....
When: Shortly after this
Where: The hallway of the 18th floor
Rating: PG
Despite the fact that he was in pretty good physical condition and had been running almost endlessly shortly before his arrival at the castle, Henry's legs still felt like jelly by the time he'd made the long trek down to the kitchen and the even longer one back up to the eighteenth floor. Add to that the fact that the person he'd volunteered to go get food for (he didn't even know who it was, why had he volunteered again?) had requested a lot of food, and Henry was just about ready to be sick by the time he reached Room 1815.
He leaned against the wall just to the left of the door to catch his breath for a second. At least you're not running from demonic nurses or mutated dog things anymore, his inner voice reasoned. There are a lot worse things you could be doing than playing gopher for some random person in the castle.
Besides, whoever it was had sounded really hungry. Henry didn't know whether it was that or the atrocious spelling that made him feel worse, but he'd felt horribly sorry for whoever it was.
Jesus, when did I become such a softie?
When he'd finally caught his breath again, Henry balanced the tray of food in his left hand and knocked on the door.
wonderwee) and Henry (
h_townshend)
What: Wonderweiss decides he's hungry, and Henry wasn't doing much anyway....
When: Shortly after this
Where: The hallway of the 18th floor
Rating: PG
Despite the fact that he was in pretty good physical condition and had been running almost endlessly shortly before his arrival at the castle, Henry's legs still felt like jelly by the time he'd made the long trek down to the kitchen and the even longer one back up to the eighteenth floor. Add to that the fact that the person he'd volunteered to go get food for (he didn't even know who it was, why had he volunteered again?) had requested a lot of food, and Henry was just about ready to be sick by the time he reached Room 1815.
He leaned against the wall just to the left of the door to catch his breath for a second. At least you're not running from demonic nurses or mutated dog things anymore, his inner voice reasoned. There are a lot worse things you could be doing than playing gopher for some random person in the castle.
Besides, whoever it was had sounded really hungry. Henry didn't know whether it was that or the atrocious spelling that made him feel worse, but he'd felt horribly sorry for whoever it was.
Jesus, when did I become such a softie?
When he'd finally caught his breath again, Henry balanced the tray of food in his left hand and knocked on the door.