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irish_vagabond) wrote2018-09-19 02:02 pm
irish_vagabond) wrote2018-09-19 02:02 pm
Upstairs with Sinric
"C'mon in."
Cassidy's room is like a generic lived-in hotel room, really. Nothing permanent or personalizing, yet there are things that tend to accumulate in the corners. Like a collection of umbrellas, various baseball caps and hats, empty liquor bottles on the floor by the bed. Blood bags and syringes and vials on the bedside table.
"Whoops, meant to get rid of that," Cassidy says as he quickly sweeps the stuff on bedside table into a trash bin.
The thin window shades are drawn to filter the direct sunlight. As much as sunlight is a danger to him, he doesn't mind the risk of having some natural light in the room. He prefers it.
In front of the wide-screen TV, the video game paraphernalia has been magically set up: a microphone stand, a drum pad set, and a guitar--of course, the guitar has no strings, but buttons.
Cassidy's room is like a generic lived-in hotel room, really. Nothing permanent or personalizing, yet there are things that tend to accumulate in the corners. Like a collection of umbrellas, various baseball caps and hats, empty liquor bottles on the floor by the bed. Blood bags and syringes and vials on the bedside table.
"Whoops, meant to get rid of that," Cassidy says as he quickly sweeps the stuff on bedside table into a trash bin.
The thin window shades are drawn to filter the direct sunlight. As much as sunlight is a danger to him, he doesn't mind the risk of having some natural light in the room. He prefers it.
In front of the wide-screen TV, the video game paraphernalia has been magically set up: a microphone stand, a drum pad set, and a guitar--of course, the guitar has no strings, but buttons.