WHO: Seamus Finnigan and Greg Goyle WHERE: Cabin 10 WHEN: Day 117 Saturday, September 21, 2002, Evening WHAT: Roommates saying hi RATING & WARNINGS: I'll let you know. STATUS: Incomplete
Honestly. Everything in the bloody place was shades of brown. Earth tones had their place, of course, but honestly. It was like some rustic little cabin or something. And just because it actually was a rustic little cabin, it sure didn't have to look like it.
Unfortunately they hadn't allowed Seamus to bring trunkloads of supplies, so he had no fabric, no curtains, no bedspread or portraits or any bloody thing at all.
He sighed to himself in the slightest display of pain. He had a few sketches in his bag, and apparently his fantastic new roommate had posters. That'd be a start.
It would be fine. It would. Especially once Goyle showed up and there was a bit of life and noise in the place.