| Current mood: | puzzled |
| Current music: | nothing, because SOMEBODY broke the tv |
Day 2, Living Room. Open.
Well, damn.
Kevin traced the jagged edges of the broken glass with a gloved finger. He had rushed into the living room with a bag of freshly microwaved popcorn, not wanting to miss a minute of Clerks on Comedy Central. And now there was a big fat hole in the middle of the beautiful television. Who the hell had done that to the television, and why? Turning, he surveyed the room, as though the perpetrator might still be lurking in a corner somewhere. His eyes fell upon a figure that had just stepped in from the hall.
(( Open. Julie, if the TV has in fact been replaced since Alex broke it, let me know and I'll delete this post. ))