May 17, 2011 13:58
Uuuwwwhhaah~
[One massive yawn, followed by a most satisfying looking stretch. The Death God laying upon the couch in his starter apartment, still in his suit from the night before, a few shreds of clothes, female clothes (not his of course!) scatted about the about the floor and over the side of the couch. Must have had one hell of a night.]
Good mornin' porters and portets, I can honestly say this place is startin' to grow on me now I- Uuuuaahhhaah~ excuse me, late night last night eh.
[Yawning again, rubbing his eyes and getting up from the couch.]
So, I kinda bagged myself this job, but I want somethin' to earn a little cash on the side, the clubs in this place are pretty pricey.
[He whistles to exaggerate his surprise.]
Also, anyone lookin' for a flatmate? I'm told I only get a month in these digs.
c: spike,
!: ronald knox,
c: william t. spears