Pt. 1
Tristen rolled out of bed that morning and walked on over to the window, stepping over the garbage that had already began to clutter his lovely living space... whatever. But anyways. For some odd reason he was feeling really happy, and hyper. So he decided he needed to take a day for himself. Starting, with cleaning his bedroom!
Still in nothing but his boxers he began to pick at random items on the floor, picking them up, examining them, and putting them where they need to be. He scratched at his head, ruffling his shaggy black hair. He needed to get that trimmed while he was out by the way.
"Every single time I clean my room it ends up like this." Was said to himself with a roll of his emerald eyes. He then started to the far corner of the room where there was a mountain of clothing just piled up in the corner. His eyes rolled horridly and he sighed. It was going to take a shovel to clean all this! And that is excatly what he went and got. So in his boxers he ran out of his room and down the hall towards the door so he could go out in the shed or whatever and find himself a shovel.
Sure, his brothers may have given him an odd look, thought he was strange, or were walking around naked themselves, but this was Tristen. He was losing his touch afterall.
So once he returned with the shovel he started for the far corner of his room with Mount Dirty Laundry sitting there as big as ever. He shoveled up the clothes and took them to the hamper and shoved them all inside, tramping them down with his foot and then closing it. He smiled a bit, all proud of himself. Now where was he to put the shovel? He figured he could use it later and put it in the closet next to Susan.
Now that the clothes were out of the way and the random clutter on his floor was picked up he figured he should go tackle the bathroom. But when he opened the door he would swear he saw something move so he just slammed the door and scurried away as quickly as possible. He'll make a pledge do it with him or something. Or Dean... that would be fun.
Anyways. Tristen began feeling lazy so he didn't make his bed, or organized things, he just decided to get dressed for the day. So for now he just picked up a pair of black bondage pants and a black t-shirt. He was thinking for a moment and he knew that Lyren would probably be at work se he should swing by there to get a tattoo or something. A piercing maybe? Who knows.
So he was off!
Tristen rolled out of bed that morning and walked on over to the window, stepping over the garbage that had already began to clutter his lovely living space... whatever. But anyways. For some odd reason he was feeling really happy, and hyper. So he decided he needed to take a day for himself. Starting, with cleaning his bedroom!
Still in nothing but his boxers he began to pick at random items on the floor, picking them up, examining them, and putting them where they need to be. He scratched at his head, ruffling his shaggy black hair. He needed to get that trimmed while he was out by the way.
"Every single time I clean my room it ends up like this." Was said to himself with a roll of his emerald eyes. He then started to the far corner of the room where there was a mountain of clothing just piled up in the corner. His eyes rolled horridly and he sighed. It was going to take a shovel to clean all this! And that is excatly what he went and got. So in his boxers he ran out of his room and down the hall towards the door so he could go out in the shed or whatever and find himself a shovel.
Sure, his brothers may have given him an odd look, thought he was strange, or were walking around naked themselves, but this was Tristen. He was losing his touch afterall.
So once he returned with the shovel he started for the far corner of his room with Mount Dirty Laundry sitting there as big as ever. He shoveled up the clothes and took them to the hamper and shoved them all inside, tramping them down with his foot and then closing it. He smiled a bit, all proud of himself. Now where was he to put the shovel? He figured he could use it later and put it in the closet next to Susan.
Now that the clothes were out of the way and the random clutter on his floor was picked up he figured he should go tackle the bathroom. But when he opened the door he would swear he saw something move so he just slammed the door and scurried away as quickly as possible. He'll make a pledge do it with him or something. Or Dean... that would be fun.
Anyways. Tristen began feeling lazy so he didn't make his bed, or organized things, he just decided to get dressed for the day. So for now he just picked up a pair of black bondage pants and a black t-shirt. He was thinking for a moment and he knew that Lyren would probably be at work se he should swing by there to get a tattoo or something. A piercing maybe? Who knows.
So he was off!