Room 220, Saturday Evening
Mar. 25th, 2006 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swerval_zeroYes, Zero got back to her room sometime last night. She then slept until about two, as was her usual mode of operation on Saturdays, before handwavily shopping for provisions for the charity brunch tomorrow.
Now she has the door propped open with her handy brick and is sprawled out on the bed she uses as a sofa, watching TV and drinking a chocolate milkshake provided by her minifridge. Fish is perched on the bedframe, a strawberry milkshake of his own (to match his feathers) on the dresser next to him.
Life is good.
Now she has the door propped open with her handy brick and is sprawled out on the bed she uses as a sofa, watching TV and drinking a chocolate milkshake provided by her minifridge. Fish is perched on the bedframe, a strawberry milkshake of his own (to match his feathers) on the dresser next to him.
Life is good.
