Room 505, Sunday Late Afternoon
Tasuki had found the room he'd woken up in. Sure, it had involved handwavily trying the key in his pocket on every door on the upper floors of the dorms, but he'd found it. And there was no crazy blonde girl to be all cranky and naked at him.
He shuddered at the memory.
The room had been thoroughly explored earlier, including opening the terrarium with the snake in it and poking at the snake with a long wooden stick - and then hastily closing the top when the hungry snake lunged at him.
Tasuki was currently mesmerized by the open laptop on the desk, fascinated by the glowing box and the way the little arrow moved when he touched the weird indented spot in front of the tray of letters.
The door was cracked open, because Tasuki didn't trust the place to suddenly go crazy and trap him inside. It could happen.
(open!)
He shuddered at the memory.
The room had been thoroughly explored earlier, including opening the terrarium with the snake in it and poking at the snake with a long wooden stick - and then hastily closing the top when the hungry snake lunged at him.
Tasuki was currently mesmerized by the open laptop on the desk, fascinated by the glowing box and the way the little arrow moved when he touched the weird indented spot in front of the tray of letters.
The door was cracked open, because Tasuki didn't trust the place to suddenly go crazy and trap him inside. It could happen.
(open!)