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Dec. 6th, 2014 08:44 pm| video - first day of flood. [Philip is sitting on his knees, leaning forward on the desk. In his hands, he's playing with the eyepatch he found. Almost nearly out of frame is a family photo on the shelf behind him. He set it back upright when he found it facedown earlier.] Soooo... [He scrunches his nose.] What is there to do for fun around here? 'Cause this room doesn't have any toys or anything. And if it's gonna be a while before we can go home... [Philip heaves a sigh. He is asking the hard hitting questions today, okay.] spam - remainder of flood. [Philip is about as busy as a seven year old can get with no school and absolutely no other responsibilities. By which the narration means that he is busy instigating snowball fights on the deck. It doesn't matter how old you are, he's probably pelting you with snowballs from behind the safety of the fort he's constructed for himself. No one is safe. Unless of course you surrender. Then he might let you hang out behind the fort with him and pelt other poor passers-by.] [But even seven year olds tire out some from snowball fights. When he's done for at least a little while, Philip can be found in the cafeteria, usually with a mug of hot cocoa and marshmallows that is way too big for him. He'll be damned though if he doesn't drink the whole thing anyway. Once in a while he might be found in the library, on the hunt for something to read or watch. But mostly he's just in there so he doesn't have to sit in the room that he feels like belongs to another person, another family.] |
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