#diffliferepairs

[diff-benbraeden]

APARTMENT D6 - blizzard-like coldness.

“Listen, do you have any idea how I can fix this thing? Its so cold in here, I think I’m gonna die from hypothermia. I’m too young for that.” Ben shook his head, looking over the heater banging on the top a couple times. “God damn it. Call my mom and tell her I love her because this is going to be the death of me.”

[ofgloryisms]

EVERY APARTMENT #5 has a strong earthquake like damage, though no earthquake affected the city. (apartment 5B)

              alright, it isn’t like he had that much things to begin with. however, coming home from their odd little trip to new jersey, roger found himself traversing through a run down apartment, that looked as if an earthquake had hit and he merely laughed. shaking his head a little, as kicked things away from him, in order to make a path to his room. ( what the fuck was this shit? ), shaking his head. he kicked in his door and tossed his backpack onto his bed, sitting his guitar case next to it. he mumbled out a few curse words, before kneeling down and starting to clean up the mess. he figured he would start in his room, before moving on to main living area, kitchen and bathroom.  ❝ this is ABSOLUTE bullshit !!!! ❞ he’d croak out, as he hurried off to the kitchen for the broom, dustpan and some trash-bags. the door had been left open, because that’s just what he did. ❝ where the fuck are my damn roommate’s? ❞