Peter made his way to his room as quickly and quietly as possible. It wasn't easy. If anyone was actually in the dorms tonight and had gotten a good look at him, they would have noticed a few cuts and bruises on his face, a burn mark on his right cheek, and the fact that he seemed to have some trouble carrying his duffel bag. There was some slight hobbling as he walked, but that may have been due to the load in the bag.
He got to his room, opened the door, turned the light on, and took a glance inside. He closed the door, rechecked the room number, and opened the door again.
So. Very. Pink. Poor powerless Peter Parker's pad was perturbingly pink like a pretty, pretty princess. THIS, on top of everything else, was just the Parker Luck. He could have cried. He dropped his bag in the room and threw the pillows and covers in the hall before turning the light off lying down on the bare bed. After a moment, he considered that he should have just thrown out the pillow cases and not the pillows themselves. He wasn't getting out of bed anytime soon to correct that error, though.
At least in a dark room he wouldn't have to see the pink walls.
[OOC: Peter's back and beaten up. If anyone happens to notice all the pink laying outside 313, feel free to knock.]