Room 518, Saturday Morning
Gavin had been up for a loooooong time already. He spent time crawling under his bed, playing army man and, because of that, he'd built a fort of pillows and blankets around said bed. Gavin himself was currently huddled under the bed, stuffed animal in hand and earmuffs on. They weren't earmuffs to him, though. They were his communication devices and he was getting orders from his boss!
"Colonel Gabin, in pozition," he said, crawling under the bed on his elbows and peering out from behind a blanket to scope out the landscape. "Emenies all ober!"
He was going to have to go on a mission alone! You know, after he waited under the bed awhile longer. He had to catch them off guard!
[door closed, post open even if he might not let you in!]
"Colonel Gabin, in pozition," he said, crawling under the bed on his elbows and peering out from behind a blanket to scope out the landscape. "Emenies all ober!"
He was going to have to go on a mission alone! You know, after he waited under the bed awhile longer. He had to catch them off guard!
[door closed, post open even if he might not let you in!]