*knocks
on the door* Orak? Are you in there?*inside Orakio's room, the next day*
*knocks
on the door* Orak? Are you in there?
*no answer*
*knocks
again* Oooooooooooooooraaaaaaaaaaaaaak! You there?
*no answer still*
Ah
hell. *opens the door* Orak, you in here? *looks around* Myau?
You here? *looks around* Guess not.
*the room is rather clean and well organized*
Not
bad for a guy. *lays down on his bed* Hmmmm. Comfortable. *jumps
on it a bit* Nice and springy. *jumps on her feet and up and down
on the bed* Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
*a gush of wind comes from the open window*
Burrrr.
Cold. *shivers, then walks over to shut the window* It's so cold
in here. No wonder Orak can handle the cold, he lives in it.
Wonder if he has any warm clothes. *walks over to the dresser*
*a picture of Chrissy and Orakio stands on the dresser*
I
can't believe he still has this picture. *starts looking through
the dresser* Hmmmm. *starts rummaging through the dresser,
throwing socks and underwear out* Where are the warm clothes?
*takes out his blue shirt* Well well, this should be warm enough.
Certainly is big enough. *takes out a pair of Orak's black jeans*
*looks at them, and grins evily* Should I? Nah, I shouldn't.
***Oh but she did!***
Man, these clothes sure are baggy. I feel like John
Cena. *immitates a rapper* Word life.
*walks
in* *sees Chrissy* ... what the hell?
*looks at Orak, speechless* Uh... uh...
I
think you need to tighten the belt... looks like the plane is
about to lose its luggage.
*looks at her belt, then tightens it* Orak... *grabs
a pillow behind her*
Yeah?
*swings the pillow and hits Orak with it* Flop!
Ow.
*continues to hit Orakio with it*
What's
gotten into you Chrissy? Ow, ow, ow, ow.
*smiles widely* It's fun.
Aye
aye aye. *looks behind her* Oh look, a spider!
Eep! *leaps into Orak's arms*
Hahahaha!
Just kidding Chrissy.
Oooooooooooooh. *hits Orakio with the pillow again*
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