Room 206, Thursday Evening
Valentine was chasing the Really Useful Book around his bedroom, a pad of sticky notes in one hand, a sharpie in the other.
"Wasn't there something about a window? I could swear there was something about a window!"
The book fluttered and landed in the light fixture for the fifth time so far, hiding up there for all it was worth.
"Fine, stay that way for all I care," Valentine muttered, taking a seat on his bed. "But you aren't even a book this way, you know. More like the Really Useful Brochure or Really Useful Memo Pad. Honestly."
(For ze girlie~)
"Wasn't there something about a window? I could swear there was something about a window!"
The book fluttered and landed in the light fixture for the fifth time so far, hiding up there for all it was worth.
"Fine, stay that way for all I care," Valentine muttered, taking a seat on his bed. "But you aren't even a book this way, you know. More like the Really Useful Brochure or Really Useful Memo Pad. Honestly."
(For ze girlie~)