~*articulate what forever smoulders*~
Opening the door to your brother's room, you are amazed that anyone can live in such a mess.
Piles of clothes litter the floor, between the teetering mountains lies the usual decorating accessories of the terminally untidy. Discarded Mars bar wrappers, the furry dregs of what may once have been coffee languishing in a mug, chewed pens and scraps of paper... your own room may be a little untidy at times, but you would never let it get like this.
Holding the stinking fish guts out in front of you and trying not to breathe too deeply, you scan the room in search of the perfect place to deposit your little surprise. As much fun as it would be to leave them in his bed, you remember that your aim is for your gift to go undiscovered for a while.
Spying the perfect hiding place, you laugh quietly to yourself. Opening up what should be your brother's sock drawer, you are not at all surprised to discover it is virtually empty - your brother preferring to store such things on the floor for some reason.
Dropping the slimy guts into the drawer, you look around for something to conceal your deed. Spotting a biology textbook on the floor, still in original unread condition, you pick it up and put it into the drawer on top of the fish guts.
As you close the drawer and turn to leave, you hesitate. It has been a while since you've snooped around in your brother's room, and although you've got no desire to hang around that smell any longer, you are tempted. It's a tough choice to make.
Piles of clothes litter the floor, between the teetering mountains lies the usual decorating accessories of the terminally untidy. Discarded Mars bar wrappers, the furry dregs of what may once have been coffee languishing in a mug, chewed pens and scraps of paper... your own room may be a little untidy at times, but you would never let it get like this.
Holding the stinking fish guts out in front of you and trying not to breathe too deeply, you scan the room in search of the perfect place to deposit your little surprise. As much fun as it would be to leave them in his bed, you remember that your aim is for your gift to go undiscovered for a while.
Spying the perfect hiding place, you laugh quietly to yourself. Opening up what should be your brother's sock drawer, you are not at all surprised to discover it is virtually empty - your brother preferring to store such things on the floor for some reason.
Dropping the slimy guts into the drawer, you look around for something to conceal your deed. Spotting a biology textbook on the floor, still in original unread condition, you pick it up and put it into the drawer on top of the fish guts.
As you close the drawer and turn to leave, you hesitate. It has been a while since you've snooped around in your brother's room, and although you've got no desire to hang around that smell any longer, you are tempted. It's a tough choice to make.