The room's walls were covered in complicated equations written with white chalk. The bed wasn't properly made, or maybe it had been at some point and Mr. Pennycrumb, the golden retriever puppy Five had, jumped on the bed, rolled around on it, and caused it to get all undone again. Dolores was on one of the chairs, a spare Umbrella Academy uniform hanging on the back of the chair.
There was an axe, a baseball bat and a rifle propped up against one of the walls, the axe a little stained with blood.
Mr. Pennycrumb's bed was currently left untouched, because Mr. Pennycrumb was running around the room, chasing his tail, barking at it with his tongue sticking out playfully. There was also a Commissioner's suitcase, but it had been tightly closed by a bunch of different ropes, belts and such, to keep anyone from opening it by mistake or curiosity.
There was an axe, a baseball bat and a rifle propped up against one of the walls, the axe a little stained with blood.
Mr. Pennycrumb's bed was currently left untouched, because Mr. Pennycrumb was running around the room, chasing his tail, barking at it with his tongue sticking out playfully. There was also a Commissioner's suitcase, but it had been tightly closed by a bunch of different ropes, belts and such, to keep anyone from opening it by mistake or curiosity.
