Room 516, Tuesday Morning
Roscoe awoke to a buzzing phone. His first thought was that the likes on his latest selfie might have bounced him to a new follower milestone, but when he unplugged his phone from the charger and rolled over in bed to check, the truth wasn't nearly as pleasant as that.
Instead, he had a bunch of texts from his grandpa asking him when he wanted to go visit Marty in prison.
Roscoe immediately shut his phone up by sticking it in his nighttable drawer and got up to get dressed, pulling drawers open loudly and carelessly. Baggy black pants, a black mesh shirt, and a bulky trucker cap fit his mood pretty well.
With that, he grabbed his skateboard and stomped out into the hallway. So much for his good mood this morning, Pops.
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Instead, he had a bunch of texts from his grandpa asking him when he wanted to go visit Marty in prison.
Roscoe immediately shut his phone up by sticking it in his nighttable drawer and got up to get dressed, pulling drawers open loudly and carelessly. Baggy black pants, a black mesh shirt, and a bulky trucker cap fit his mood pretty well.
With that, he grabbed his skateboard and stomped out into the hallway. So much for his good mood this morning, Pops.
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