Once that was taken care of, he composed himself (though he still looked a little overenthusiastic) and started unpacking. He set Kenzi's present on the dresser, tossed his clothes and the stupid, stupid poncho into their rightful places on the floor, and then shoved his luggage under his bed.
And then his room was neatly in order (you know, if you were Topher), which left him to flop down on his bed and grab his laptop.
( After almost having gotten Peter into trouble this weekend, he felt like he should look at a few things... )
[[Door is cracked, post is open. Spybots and stuff under the cut NFB, and obviously done with the permission of the marvelous lockestheway.]]