Dec 13, 2012
"Well, I've no fucking idea what to do for twelve hours while I wait for the confetti poisoning to start up and slowly kill me."
He twiddled with the fabric of his robe, legs crossed and expression one of mild irritation. Yes, he was wearing the damn robe that Pink had left for him--having the ability to feel for now, he quite fancied finding out just what in the fuck made a robe so appealing.. and he had to admit, this shit was comfy as hell.
"Maybe I'll make a sandwich. Hrm.."