Post by WESTLEY KIRKLAND on May 29, 2014 6:02:58 GMT -5
Oh...how he wasn't very sure where to start. Honestly he didn't want to unpack, it was dull and horrid waste of time. Why couldn't he just live out of his trunk for the entirety of the school year? Mum always put away his clothes, and he hardly had to do any cleaning at home save for making his bed when he was buttering his mother up and helping knead bread dough every now and then.
The Kiwi seated himself on top of his trunk and lazily strummed his fingers on the top of it, swinging his feet as he tried to formulate a proper plan of how he was to rid himself of the unpacking dilemma. He could always ask Arthur for help, but it was unlikely that he could get him to do everything for him. There had to be at least a little effort on his part or Arthur would just tell him to 'piss off'. Then there was the issue that he hardly knew where any of his siblings were, nor what rooms they were in. As a first year he was taken off separately for a tour and orientation and he had long lost track of them since they had arrived.
Well...he had to start somewhere, and he was awfully tired already. Unpacking his bedding was a clean start, he could do that! It would do well to have a small nap while he was tired and would have an easy time falling asleep! He wouldn't have to worry about spending the night awake in a new place if he had already gotten used to it. The last time [and only] time he had slept away from home without his brother asleep in a bed next to him he had been so horridly homesick that he had walked the whole three blocks home in tears. His mother had been horridly cross finding her child knocking on the door at one in the morning.
With a sigh the boy slipped off his trunk and flipped it open, staring inside with a frown before starting to dig through it quickly. He imagined himself like a bunny, digging through the dirt to make a happy little home for the winter. In reality he was simply tossing his clothing and toiletries out of his trunk in a flurry, searching until he reached the blankets and pillows his mother had packed for him. There was no way that he would be able to sleep without the little comfort from home, and his mother had tried her best to make sure that her lovely boy would be as comfortable as he could be.
He tugged out the thick blanket and dragged it up onto the bed, treading over his nice white uniform shirts with his muddy shoes along the way. Unpacking could wait, all he needed was a little rest to make himself feel a little better. He pulled his blanket around himself like a caterpillar and squirmed about, dragging his muddy shoes along the crisp white bed sheets and curling up for a small nap.
Honestly though...it was so quiet that he couldn't sleep at all, where was the bickering he was used to?! Mum...
The Kiwi seated himself on top of his trunk and lazily strummed his fingers on the top of it, swinging his feet as he tried to formulate a proper plan of how he was to rid himself of the unpacking dilemma. He could always ask Arthur for help, but it was unlikely that he could get him to do everything for him. There had to be at least a little effort on his part or Arthur would just tell him to 'piss off'. Then there was the issue that he hardly knew where any of his siblings were, nor what rooms they were in. As a first year he was taken off separately for a tour and orientation and he had long lost track of them since they had arrived.
Well...he had to start somewhere, and he was awfully tired already. Unpacking his bedding was a clean start, he could do that! It would do well to have a small nap while he was tired and would have an easy time falling asleep! He wouldn't have to worry about spending the night awake in a new place if he had already gotten used to it. The last time [and only] time he had slept away from home without his brother asleep in a bed next to him he had been so horridly homesick that he had walked the whole three blocks home in tears. His mother had been horridly cross finding her child knocking on the door at one in the morning.
With a sigh the boy slipped off his trunk and flipped it open, staring inside with a frown before starting to dig through it quickly. He imagined himself like a bunny, digging through the dirt to make a happy little home for the winter. In reality he was simply tossing his clothing and toiletries out of his trunk in a flurry, searching until he reached the blankets and pillows his mother had packed for him. There was no way that he would be able to sleep without the little comfort from home, and his mother had tried her best to make sure that her lovely boy would be as comfortable as he could be.
He tugged out the thick blanket and dragged it up onto the bed, treading over his nice white uniform shirts with his muddy shoes along the way. Unpacking could wait, all he needed was a little rest to make himself feel a little better. He pulled his blanket around himself like a caterpillar and squirmed about, dragging his muddy shoes along the crisp white bed sheets and curling up for a small nap.
Honestly though...it was so quiet that he couldn't sleep at all, where was the bickering he was used to?! Mum...