The Arms Hotel | Room 615 | Saturday evening
Adrian wasn't very happy with his current state. Seems that in all his "I'm fine with the weird stuff happening to everyone else," he'd missed that it might ever happen to him. It could be worse, really. He could think he was someone else, and not be able to control himself doing stupid stuff, such as leaving the room.
Instead, he had decided to stay in. Very definitely staying in. Even if the cat seemed really confused when it would try to paw at his legs demanding petting, and then back away giving him a funny look. "Just be glad it doesn't happen to you," Adrian told it.
[I have an icon, it'd be a crime not to use it. :D]
Instead, he had decided to stay in. Very definitely staying in. Even if the cat seemed really confused when it would try to paw at his legs demanding petting, and then back away giving him a funny look. "Just be glad it doesn't happen to you," Adrian told it.
[I have an icon, it'd be a crime not to use it. :D]