Post by Hiro Hamada on Jan 19, 2015 0:52:42 GMT
outta luck, outta time; old-man winter's comin' on ,,
Hiro's bag of stuff was slung on his back, weighing him down due to his megabot and the neurocranial transmitter. sighing and lugging his badly packed suitcase behind him, he walked over to the furthest dorm room and peeked in it... empty. he smiled and pulled his suitcase inside, then began to unpack. he pulled out the sheets and the bedcovers first, then quickly and messily made his bed. he then took out all his clothes, which were, surprisingly, folded. thanks, aunt cass. he thought, quickly putting them inside the wooden drawer. he then brought out a computer. his suitcase was designed to be big and compact, so transporting the computer was easy. he placed it on the desk and brought out the keyboard, which he connected to the computer with ease. then he grabbed a pile of posters and began to put them up. most of them were about bot fights he had won with megabot. smiling, he carefully picked up a watercolor of tadashi, his dead brother. sighing, he looked at it for a moment before putting it above his computer. he took a handful of jumbled bot parts from his suitcase and spread them out on the desk for easy grabbing. then he took his megabot out and placed it leaning against his computer. done. now it looked like his room in san francisco. grinning, he walked over to his bed and flopped onto it, then got up and closed the curtains. pausing, he decided to open the window and close the curtains so there would be a cool airflow. then he got back on his bed and closed his eyes. his eyes flew open, though, as the front door of their dorm opened squeakily.
288. @anyone. geeky me is geeky c:
