moving was a tedious thing, but it was something khail had to become used to ( or at least, tell himself he was ) otherwise he’d never get anything done. supposedly there was a plethora of spooky and haunted attractions in north carolina, so there was a hope that he would be able to stay more than the usual month or two he awarded himself when he traveled. maybe this time, he’d be able to unpack more than one suit case.
with the amount of times he’s moved, unpacking boxes from the back of his u-haul, you’d think he could have become better at, you know, packing. “oh no, no, no !” he called, attempting to stop a box full of ( seemingly ) thousands of developed photos from tipping over with his knee, his hands full with another, fragile box full of trinkets. “fuck. shit. hey ! would you mind picking those up for me ?” he called out to a passer by, still awkwardly trying to maneuver the box in his hands out of the trailer. @chbstarters
