( he doesn't really know what's going on at first, but when he sees people start to move things around, tables and chairs and blankets and such? he's pretty sure that means there's about to be a good time to be had.

he doesn't need to be prompted to leave his room once he hears all the rustling about; whether it's the scraping of furniture being moved or music being played or the general sort of hustle-and-bustle that always accompanies a get-together of this size, he's joining in on the setup wherever he can, offering his own blanket and pillow wherever it might be most useful.

if you look like you might need some help with whatever you're doing? carrying some bags in? he's your guy. but it sure would be a shame if someone accidentally got smacked with a pillow during all the moving around … )

( boy oh boy, you had better believe that there is a whole lot of stuff here that he's never tried before. the sodas are all probably flavors he's never even heard of, much less tried for himself, and he's surely not used to the fizzy nonsense of carbonation, so he might end up sneezing a time or two between sips of different kinds.

please feel free to call him on this.

otherwise feel free to come across him at any time during his sampling of all the foods available, he becomes completely enamored with a pizza that has pineapple and gummy bears ( gross, vash ) on it and if there are any errant oreos lying around all by themselves and not on a pizza … he's going to find himself a new favorite thing, you better believe.

you might even find him looking at all those bottles meant for spinning and wondering … why they're there … because if they're empty, shouldn't they get cleared away, or something?

if nothing else — ) What's … ( is he thinking about how he's supposed to pronounce this? yes. ) … Uh-no? Yoo-no? I feel like I'm not saying that right.

( his room is empty, and no one else has claimed it for the sake of their own pillow fort, so you know what's going to happen? he's gonna build one.

he might have donated his own bedding to the cause in the beginning but he's going to end up sneaking it back along with another stack of pillows — he'll make sure they get back to where they belong, don't worry, even if it doesn't really matter — and anyone passing by his door is going to see him meticulously arranging and rearranging blanket and pillows until he finds something he likes, and once he's finally happy with it he's going to plop right down in the middle. maybe wiggle a little bit to get comfortable. because this feels a whole lot like being a kid without ever having really been a kid in the first place … don't mind him if he's a little bit indulgent.

to anyone within earshot, if he catches the sight of feet walking by: ) I've never built anything like this before, but I think it came out pretty good. What do you think?

( obligatory choose-your-own-adventure option if you don't see anything up there you're vibing with. hit me up on plurk ( creatura ) if you wanna hash something out or just start your own thing. i'm easy! )