Happy Birthday to Me...
Ton was on his way out the door when he nearly tripped over it. He blinked a few times before picking the box up and taking it inside.
He sat on the couch, placing the package on the coffee table, and stared at it. He glanced at his watch, figured he could skip his errands, and poked the box. Somehow, he was reluctant to open it.
It has to be from Wes... he reasoned. He spared a look for the clear tank that housed his Christmas present from the other pilot, which the mun has hitherto forgotten about. Wes wouldn't go through the trouble of wrapping up another insect this elaborately...
He decided to just bite the bullet and open the package. He ripped through one box and pulled out the second. He ripped through this one, too, and pulled out the bottle of Whyren's first. He nodded appreciatively and put the bottle down with due reverence. It was then that he saw the third box.
Ton facepalmed.
He sat on the couch, placing the package on the coffee table, and stared at it. He glanced at his watch, figured he could skip his errands, and poked the box. Somehow, he was reluctant to open it.
It has to be from Wes... he reasoned. He spared a look for the clear tank that housed his Christmas present from the other pilot, which the mun has hitherto forgotten about. Wes wouldn't go through the trouble of wrapping up another insect this elaborately...
He decided to just bite the bullet and open the package. He ripped through one box and pulled out the second. He ripped through this one, too, and pulled out the bottle of Whyren's first. He nodded appreciatively and put the bottle down with due reverence. It was then that he saw the third box.
Ton facepalmed.