Room 032 [Action for Mahogany]

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[It's not terribly hard to spot that Townshend boy as he weaves in and out around the buildings of chilly Mohagany Town because of the trail of smoke following him.]

[Cigarette in his lips and camera at his eye, he's all about taking pictures of everyone and everything today. He's got a brand new roll of film and by Arceus he's going to use it!]

[ON YOU.]</sub>

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[Well, on one hand, he's sort of got the right idea. Stop reacting and eventually Heather's gonna get bored and give up. ... But on the other hand, he may have vastly underestimated the amount of time it will take for that to happen.]

[Heather does sit up, staring at the back of his head and trying to gauge if his sudden silence and stillness actually means something serious or if he's just trying to weasel his way out of the confrontation.]</sub>


... What's that, Henry?

You wanted me to sleep artsily?

Okay.

_{[Hope you don't mind her flopping down across your back and making herself comfortable, Henry.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[No response. Henry's trying really hard to breathe as slowly and a silently as possible but it's kind of hard because of all the shed pokemon fur in the carpet.]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[You can just do that all you want, Henry.]

[She will remain lying on top of you.]

[And occasionally digging her needle-elbows in pointedly as she readjusts position.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry waits. And waits. He isn't sure how much more his spine can take. She's not buying it. She isn't believing that he's dead. Also his lungs are full of Arty fur.]

[Suddenly, a sound escapes him. It's a high, whistling sound, not unlike the sound of air leaving a balloon that was being slowly depressed.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

... Henry.

Are you a person or are you a teakettle?

_{[She does him the courtesy of sitting up.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[When Henry finally runs out of air, he draws in a deep, loud gasp, tucks his arms under his body, and raises his back-end up in order to buck her off.]}

ARRRRRRH!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Well, he's got the element of surprise on his side there, because usually he doesn't fight back. :I]

[Heather thrashes as she tumbles off.]</sub>

Oof! HEY!

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry clambers away on his toes and hands with his ass in the air like a feral child. And just keeps gallumphing away until he finds the bathroom.]

[From inside it, he makes a loud, incredibly stupid noise of triumph before shutting the door. It's pretty easy to hear him snickering to himself because he is pretty damn proud.]</sub>

[foolishwren]

<sub>[His escape is narrow... but complete.]

[Heather pounds on the door.]</sub>

You can't stay in there forever, y'little shit!

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry sits on the floor and leans his back against the door. He reaches over and toes open one of the cabinet drawers and tugs out a cleverly hidden package of leftover Snover cookies from Christmas.]}

Uhuh.

_{[He pulls one out and starts loudly munching on it to prove his point.]}

[foolishwren]

Dad's gonna need to use the bathroom when he gets back.

You'll have to leave.

_{[Nobody wants to see naked Masons in the shower. Nobody.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

He can go to the room next door! This is my room now.

_{[This all said around a mouthful of cookie.]}

[foolishwren]

... Haha, you want to live next to the toilet, Henry? GROSS.

[no_ufo_ending]

It's a pretty clean toilet.

[foolishwren]

Think of how many butts have been on that thing.

Butts that weren't yours.

[no_ufo_ending]

Who cares? I bet a hundred thousand people have farted in your bed.

[foolishwren]

_{[... Henry you little shitheel.]}

Yeah, but the bedsheets are changed every day. That toilet seat has probably been here since the dawn of time. Worn smooth by a hundred thousand buttcheeks.

[no_ufo_ending]

I don't caaaaare, I don't caaaaare-- _{[He shoves another cookie in his mouth.]} I dob' ghaaaaare!

[foolishwren]

_[>8(]

... I COULD always get Zilla to bust down the door, y'know!

[no_ufo_ending]

Your dad would kill you if we ruined another hotel room door.

[foolishwren]

_{[The key word being 'another'.]}

....



... You can't stay in there forever.

[no_ufo_ending]

Yes, I can.

_{[And so he did. At least until Harry got home. That was practically forever, right?]}