Room 238 [Sunday Afternoon]
The room was too empty, too quiet. He'd taken to talking to Bertram to make some sort of noise but a DRD who could only waggle eyestalks at you really wasn't the best person to have conversations with. And there was nothing left in his head anymore to talk to. The fact that he actually considered voluntarily talking to Umberto scared him a little.
He turns the television on loud but doesn't watch. Instead, he pulls a duffle bag out of the closet, drops it on the bed and then stares at it.
[Door closed, post open. Just beware of his mood, plz.]
He turns the television on loud but doesn't watch. Instead, he pulls a duffle bag out of the closet, drops it on the bed and then stares at it.
[Door closed, post open. Just beware of his mood, plz.]