13 Griffin Way, Noon-ish
Squall was woken up early this afternoon by strange sounds coming from the kitchen. The fridge -- his fridge -- was still unplugged, like it had been when he got here. There was probably all kinds of mold and fungus growing inside; he hadn't opened it to check since that first day he had arrived.
... And now it was making odd noises. Something was bumping around inside.
Squall stared at the fridge for a good long time, and then did what any sane person would do -- he shrugged, wrapped the fridge in a layer of duct tape, and headed out for a drink.
... And now it was making odd noises. Something was bumping around inside.
Squall stared at the fridge for a good long time, and then did what any sane person would do -- he shrugged, wrapped the fridge in a layer of duct tape, and headed out for a drink.