He took a look at himself in the mirror. Steel gray eyes peeked out of his strawberry blonde tendrils. Unfortunately, thanks to his staggering height, he had to crouch. Crouching and dodging walls was a chore. He wondered why he was made to be a tall, wimpy, and bumbling German. Perhaps his morning routine mught benefit from the deficit.
Being a college student certainly had its advantages, as did its disadvantages. For once, Weiss managed to receive a scholarship for high academics. Perhaps pursuing a career in journalism could work. Botany meant pollen and flowers, medical school meant overdue expenses and blood, and engineering meant lots of maths complicated for him. Wolfgang "Weiss" Heisenberg was nothing but a giant, 6 ft 6 in wimp. He almost always slouched to make himself smaller. Climbing to be the top... Wasn't for him.
Preparing for the day was his least favorite job. Not only did Weiss lack appropriate garments for a longer stay, but his room teemed with yucky creepy crawlers. In his mind, Weiss hated his condition, hated this motel, and hated his status. Why would a college student concentrate on finding a place? After washing his face, Weiss started gathering his luggage. Besides, no residence meant more scavenging.
Weiss made an extra effort to move fast. One gaze at his watch gave him some relief. "Ah, 7:00", Weiss sighed ito himself. He removed his orange, crew neck sweater, discarding it on the hard cot. Upon removing his sweaty khakis, a black mouse pounced on the bed. The poor creature nibbled on the corner of his pillow.
The moment he saw that creature, a terrified yelp escaped his lips. The frightened man retreated to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. A whimpering, cowering Weiss crumpled to the floor. Thankfully, it took him a minute to compose himself. Weiss stripped the remaining vestiges of his clothes.
As expected, the shower felt uncomfortable. The stinging cold, along with the smell of cigarette smoke coaxed a huge sneeze from him. The filthy water poured down to his built chest and down to his legs. The cheap soap wasn't enough to wash his giant body. As if motels were a luxury!
"HU-RRRRISSHHH-UUH!" A booming sneeze echoed through the walls. Besides, if that little mouse heard him, he'd probably keep on munching that awesome pillow. After a painful five minutes, Weiss got out of the shower and dried himself. After washing himself, he returned to his room to see a nibbled pillow. Good grief, he pondered. Jumping into a blue hoodie and jeans made him more... Cozy. 351Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0JihvdnYJW
Thankfully, he only had a handful of things. Slinging his duffel bag, he trekked downstairs to the lobby. He needed a good breakfast and a good rest, and perhaps going outside of Bristol was the ticket.
"You're checking out, right?" A short, husky woman rolled her eyes at the German giant.
"In... dee..." Before he could affirm the lady, Weiss sneezed into his handkerchief. "HUSH-ooh! Sorry... Huh-Uhsshh!" Shaking his head, he lifted his head to sneeze again. He wiped his allergic tears, hoping she didn't see his affliction. "Danke!" He thanked the woman in his native tongue.
Thankfully, he had a prissy, stuck up wench focused on personal hygiene as opposed to customer service. She didn't even bless him. Instead, she snuffed out a burning cigarette. Snatching the room key, she eaved at him. "Bye." The cocky woman looked down at having... Immigrants in her motel.
Although he wasn't perturbed with her comeuppance, he took a mental note to avoid that inn. Once he went outside, Weiss fell into a short paroxysm of sneezing before jumping in his car.
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