'Why am I even moving my stuff in here? It seems like a waste, I'll be taking them out eventually. Well, it's basically just another rented room in theory. Plus, the storage is free at the end of the day. I need to actually get a bed at some point, but how the hell am I gonna get it up here?' Eli's mind was filled with trivial thoughts at the moment, simply trying to figure out how to go about dealing with his rooming. He refused anything outside a room itself from him. He was gonna stay here for free, he'd earn his belongings. He wasn't going to take anything for free. So as of right now, his room was a completely empty white room, with a single chest in it. Now he brought the stuff to fill it up. It was mostly books, alongside various materials for his shows and stationary. 'Then again, what am I gonna do with a bed when I leave? I can't exactly bring that around with me, and who's gonna buy a bed from me? I could maybe store it, but when am I gonna take it out?'
Eli leaned forward, placing both of his elbows on the counter and burying his head in his hands. It was gonna take him a lot of work to just figure out the logistics of the situation. He needed a drink. Reaching across the bar, he poured himself one and took a sip. Placing the bottle next to himself, he began to think about the practicalities he'd have to take care of while living here.
".....I should buy a boat."