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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[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?]}