[The photographer wanders on in after her and stands in the middle of the room almost cluelessly. WHAT AM. HOTEL ROOM? BLANKETS? CIVILIZATION? It felt so surreal but so nice at the same time. And right over there was his stuff just like it was supposed to be!]
Alright, alright...I'll go wash the wildman off.
[And so he did. After which he would actually flop face-down on one of the beds and refuse to move for several hours. The floor just wasn't going to cut it today.]
[Action]
Alright, alright...I'll go wash the wildman off.
[And so he did. After which he would actually flop face-down on one of the beds and refuse to move for several hours. The floor just wasn't going to cut it today.]