Room 206, Early Saturday Morning

[dark_slippy_thing]

It had been a long, eventful week. Having taken advantage of his week free of classes, Valentine had gone to check on the home front. He had spent most of it trying to lure his tower back with a handful of carrots. Who knew that large buildings with chicken legs didn't like carrots, anyhow?
But it had been nice to meet up with Bing and Eric to practice their routine- for as much as he enjoyed the off-and-on opportunities that he had to juggle around here, he really did need someone who actually knew how from time to time.
Bonus points to the juggler and the fiddler for having real faces.
Still and all, it wasn't as though Valentine was upset to leave the city behind and return to life on the island. After all, he ate better here.
Wearing nothing but his own clothing for the first time since the pantspie, Valentine made his way to his bed with a grin on his face and flopped backward onto it.


(OOC: I'm back! Sorry again for my haitus- I'm doing much better now, thank you! -- Post is open for interaction, so long as people are alright with slowplay. As is the norm, I work Saturday evening and have to sleep at some point tonight.)

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[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6, on the other hand, hadn't left the room since last Friday. He was wide-eyed and he was surrounded by bits of paper that were covered in writing on both sides.

He obviously hadn't slept. Conversation probably not a good idea at this juncture.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine was not renowned for his good ideas.
"Been doing well, I see," he said dryly, noting the papers.