Halls of the school, Thursday Night
Tyler walked quietly along the hallways with some offices on it, carrying a heavy jug of a foul-smelling plant fertilizer.
The door did not look like much, he reflected. "Do you think this is the one?," he asked Alec, a little doubtfully.
[OOC: For roooooooomie.]
The door did not look like much, he reflected. "Do you think this is the one?," he asked Alec, a little doubtfully.
[OOC: For roooooooomie.]