[there isn't much to the room to look at. A desk a mess with craft supplies, a cheap chair, a wardrobe, a bed. What might either be a super hipster bookshelf or just some boxes and planking with books on them. The Luggage has somehow climbed to the top of the wardrobe and settled down for the night as well, looking huge and wooden and ordinary, all its little feetsies tucked in for sleep.
Rincewind sits on the edge of his mattress, arms folded over his chest.]
Oh. [Australia? ...Is that far? He hasn't learned all the state names yet.] For long?
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Date: 2016-04-30 03:56 am (UTC)Rincewind sits on the edge of his mattress, arms folded over his chest.]
Oh. [Australia? ...Is that far? He hasn't learned all the state names yet.] For long?