Room 516, Sunday Night
It was now two days later, and Roscoe was finally starting to think he had gotten the smell of grape jello out of his hair.
He had not had as much luck getting it out of his sheets. Those had been through the laundry twice now and still reeked of grape flavoring. And yeah, he probably could have asked Hyacinthe for some advice, but secretly he was happy to have an opportunity to ditch those boring white sheets. So today he had splurged. On a ridiculously opulent new linen set that just felt more like Roscoe.
He was just putting the finishing touches on making the bed with the new sheets for the first time, whistling all the while, and then once he had all the corners just right, he was excited to flop down on the soft black silk and take a selfie with his selfie stick to show off his amazing taste. Because, obviously, everyone cared.
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He had not had as much luck getting it out of his sheets. Those had been through the laundry twice now and still reeked of grape flavoring. And yeah, he probably could have asked Hyacinthe for some advice, but secretly he was happy to have an opportunity to ditch those boring white sheets. So today he had splurged. On a ridiculously opulent new linen set that just felt more like Roscoe.
He was just putting the finishing touches on making the bed with the new sheets for the first time, whistling all the while, and then once he had all the corners just right, he was excited to flop down on the soft black silk and take a selfie with his selfie stick to show off his amazing taste. Because, obviously, everyone cared.
[[door and post open!]]