Re: Leena's Bed and Breakfast
Roger growls under his breath, "In case you didn't notice, I didn't come in here with a bag." he said in an annoyed tone, then stretched his arms out in a questioning posture, "So, where is what I need?" he asked in an irritated tone.
"They know what's going on in my head, but not whether or not I have luggage? Hell, if I had known that they weren't gonna stuff me in some gay army uniform, or whatever, I would have brought my shit... Not that any of my other clothes are much different from this." he thought to himself, noting that his style was baggy clothes, even in the summer, given how much shit he often had to hide on himself. And even the baggy pants he has on now have one small hole near the back of his knee, where he would stash just about any drug that would fit, and often saved him from going to prison when he was frisked, as the dumb ass cops never thought his stuff would actually be inside the fabric.