Snippet #1441423

Will nodded to Vivian in thanks for carrying a bag of his luggage up the stairs. "There you go. We're about to play a game if you want to join us. I'll be downstairs if you need anything." Will nodded with smile on his face. So after finding a room with an empty bed, the writer promptly emptied out his bags, and grabbed all the books from his bag. Notebooks, Shakespeare, and various other books were all against the wall stacked on top of each other until there was three piles that were as high as Will's height.

The second luggage bag was filled with clothes and Will threw it off the bed, then fell on the bed enjoying it's comfiness closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Then openeing his eyes and instantly cursing himself. Damn Insomnia! With this in mind, he took his tired self downstairs and wedged himself on the sofa, too tired to talk, but not too tired to sleep.

(ooc. SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY!)