Snippet #2174423

"Come on now. Put me down, you old fart!"

Volos sighed as he heard the other two awake. Slowly crawling from his spot under the bed, he placed Lucifer back into his bag and slowly began unpacking what little he had. A couple of large books that were his favorite, his small ceramic piano that set on his bed side and what few clothing he had. He looked at the large space in his room and frowned. What a piano, an electric keyboard or even a cat tree wouldn't do for the room. But he wasn't going to stay for long. He shook his head and stuck his head out the door, seeing no one. He slipped into the kitchen and found an apple. Near running back into his own room, he almost tripped and fell twice. He decided he needed to get some sleep soon so he sat on his bed.