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Room 227 [Early Saturday Morning]
Apr. 28th, 2007 06:33 amBridge wakes up, vaguely aware that something is wrong.
"Anders?" he says, padding over to the other bed and poking tentatively at the pile of blankets. No answer. Peering closer, he sees that that's because there's no one in the bed.
Bridge? Is All By Himself. Well. At least now he knows what's wrong. And what he needs to do to fix it. Clambering back up on to his bed, he stands on tiptoe and reaches for the stuffed giraffe who lives up on the shelf.
After quickly getting dressed, he heads out of his room, giraffe tucked under his arm.
[ooc: establishy, as I flee for work now.]
"Anders?" he says, padding over to the other bed and poking tentatively at the pile of blankets. No answer. Peering closer, he sees that that's because there's no one in the bed.
Bridge? Is All By Himself. Well. At least now he knows what's wrong. And what he needs to do to fix it. Clambering back up on to his bed, he stands on tiptoe and reaches for the stuffed giraffe who lives up on the shelf.
After quickly getting dressed, he heads out of his room, giraffe tucked under his arm.
[ooc: establishy, as I flee for work now.]
