Sparrow wandered about the small hotel room, peering out the window, messing with the smoothie machine and generally messing up the kitchen. After squeezing every single fruit in the minibar into an uber-smoothie, which he didn't know weren't free, Sparrow slumped into a nearby chair with his Bannana-Strawberry-Pineapple-Cherry-Orange-Apple-Pear-Lemon slushie.
This sucks. Maybe I should have gone with the others. Samuel will probally pick me out some boyband, sleeveless leather jacket. That dude has no style.
Sparrow, who was in an almost boredom coma, flinched as a nearby crow squaked violently. His Bannana-Strawberry-Pineapple-Cherry-Orange-Apple-Pear-Lemon flew into the air, and soaked the carpet.
Oh, bollocks.
This sucks. Maybe I should have gone with the others. Samuel will probally pick me out some boyband, sleeveless leather jacket. That dude has no style.
Sparrow, who was in an almost boredom coma, flinched as a nearby crow squaked violently. His Bannana-Strawberry-Pineapple-Cherry-Orange-Apple-Pear-Lemon flew into the air, and soaked the carpet.
Oh, bollocks.