Room 518, Monday Morning
Gavin's face felt stiff when he woke up...on the floor of his room. His first thought was hangover. His second, and correct, thought was, "Oh kriff, I was a kid again."
A kid who'd gotten dirtier than he'd ever been before. Gavin pushed himself up and found his clothes and skin caked with dirty and drying mud. He licked his lips to wet them, tasted mud and grimaced. He brushed a hand through his hair and saw dirt flakes raining down.
"Oh god."
Well, there was only one thing to do.
"Shower."
And he sort of stumbled into the shower, discarding dirty clothes as he did. "How did the mud get in my ear?!" The shower came on. Gavin was going to be in there for awhile.
[door's closed but post can be open, suresies!]
A kid who'd gotten dirtier than he'd ever been before. Gavin pushed himself up and found his clothes and skin caked with dirty and drying mud. He licked his lips to wet them, tasted mud and grimaced. He brushed a hand through his hair and saw dirt flakes raining down.
"Oh god."
Well, there was only one thing to do.
"Shower."
And he sort of stumbled into the shower, discarding dirty clothes as he did. "How did the mud get in my ear?!" The shower came on. Gavin was going to be in there for awhile.
[door's closed but post can be open, suresies!]