"In the morning, then. Jesus, passing out sounds good right now."
The room is small, containing only a bed that could pass as a full if you were feeling generous, a couple of rickety nightstands and a metal rack clearly intended for use as a closet. There's no bathroom; the shared restrooms are down the hall. Erica dumps her stuff in a corner and leaves to wash up.
When she comes back, she looks at the room for a moment, rolls her eyes, and grabs a sleep shirt out of her bag. "I don't care enough to walk back to the bathroom," she tells Arthur over her shoulder. "Don't look or don't care." Once she's changed, she sets her alarm and crawls into one side of the bed. "That half's y'rs, try not t'kick," she yawns. "G'night."
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The room is small, containing only a bed that could pass as a full if you were feeling generous, a couple of rickety nightstands and a metal rack clearly intended for use as a closet. There's no bathroom; the shared restrooms are down the hall. Erica dumps her stuff in a corner and leaves to wash up.
When she comes back, she looks at the room for a moment, rolls her eyes, and grabs a sleep shirt out of her bag. "I don't care enough to walk back to the bathroom," she tells Arthur over her shoulder. "Don't look or don't care." Once she's changed, she sets her alarm and crawls into one side of the bed. "That half's y'rs, try not t'kick," she yawns. "G'night."