"I don't think anyone or anything here is in the habit of making things fucking easy for us," Sam pointed out. "Just chill here a second. I'll grab the shirt."
And she trotted into the bathroom.
Sam's room was...well. It was more of a work of art than anything else. It was all about the walls. She'd gotten her hands on some charcoal and ended up putting it to less than practical use, decorating the room with sweeping, panoramic scenes. One wall was a jungle. Another a cityscape. The third was some sort of underwater scene. The fourth remained blank, at the moment. Sam had been thinking about doing some kind of starscape, but was wondering if she had ambition enough to put that on the ceiling instead.
Her artistic integrity was at war with her current sloth.
As for the rest? It pretty much looked like a messy dorm room. Sam didn't really have a lot in the way of possessions, but what she did have had already managed to metastasize all over the floor and what little furniture she had.
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And she trotted into the bathroom.
Sam's room was...well. It was more of a work of art than anything else. It was all about the walls. She'd gotten her hands on some charcoal and ended up putting it to less than practical use, decorating the room with sweeping, panoramic scenes. One wall was a jungle. Another a cityscape. The third was some sort of underwater scene. The fourth remained blank, at the moment. Sam had been thinking about doing some kind of starscape, but was wondering if she had ambition enough to put that on the ceiling instead.
Her artistic integrity was at war with her current sloth.
As for the rest? It pretty much looked like a messy dorm room. Sam didn't really have a lot in the way of possessions, but what she did have had already managed to metastasize all over the floor and what little furniture she had.