Yeah.
Writing materials?
...ehehI don't think so.
A carpet?
SHAMWOW IS NOT OXYCLEAN. A DOG IS NOT A BROTHERNo.
An animal.
Programming and surgery have a lot of things in common: Don't start removing colons until you know what you're doing.Only if humans count.
A part from an old broken device.
This "faculty lot" you speak of sounds like a place of great power...A mysterious black screw that's currently sitting on my windowsill. The device which it originated from is unknown.
An eyepatch.
pffft hahahahahahahahahhhaahhahaha noNot a proper one. Or one at all...
An open book?
In loving memory of that plot arc that we spent nearly a year on. Now our sun may never set.No, but heaps of closed ones.
A bunk bed?
No, I've never even listened to The Who.
A copy of a story you've written.
I think all my short sories that I wrote when I was 8 or 9 are stashed in my closet somewhere, so yeah, maybe.
Graffiti
No.
A mug of your favourite thing ever.
simple asNot at the moment, no.
Knickknacks on a shelf?
I'm in your fanfiction, correcting your spelling.That and a bunch of random crap that I should probably clean up and/or dispose of.
A self-help book.
This "faculty lot" you speak of sounds like a place of great power...Sorta. (It's a book about manners, the title is How Rude!)
Rechargeable batteries.
Unlikely.
A plastic spider?
I think so, somewhere. Don't remember.
Something made of yarn?
I'm in your fanfiction, correcting your spelling.Possibly. I don't know if the joystick I picked up ages ago actually works.
A drink bottle.
"We can handle what is true, for we are already living it."Nope.
Band-aids?
ppppppppfeiufiofuiorjfadkfbnjkdflaosigjbkghuiafjkldjnbaghkdNup
Air-conditioning?
i think i mostly want to see what happens when this whole place breaks apartIt's pretty much enforced here in Dallas.
A bookshelf.
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.
A broken one, yes,
Clothes that no longer fit you?