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smash_logs2014-01-08 02:25 pm
idowhatilike) wrote in smash_logs2014-01-08 02:25 pm
The Daily Lives of Fuzzy Grumps
Who: Jon Talbain, Evve, and Riwane
What: Existing and meetings.
Where: Jon's dorm, BE-10
When: Jan 8, evening.
Evve had been in Jon's room ever since her return to the academy. There were some days where she wasn't around at any given time and never returned to even get some sleep, but she had personal business to attend to, matters she would prefer no one to come across.
That afternoon was the first day in a few she had strolled her way back into the room when Jon was absent, getting into more comfortable attire (a white shirt she might have borrowed from him and a pair of shorts she boosted from elsewhere) and drowning in a book on the spare bed. One leg crossed over the other and surrounded by bags of junk food from the vending machineCAN'T BE TAMED, she certainly made herself at home with his offering. Despite not doing much of anything, Evve looked fairly frazzled, if her unkempt hair was anything to go by. Dry and all over the place, but perhaps it was simply bedhead.
She sighed at her book and flipped the page. More romantic trash.
What: Existing and meetings.
Where: Jon's dorm, BE-10
When: Jan 8, evening.
Evve had been in Jon's room ever since her return to the academy. There were some days where she wasn't around at any given time and never returned to even get some sleep, but she had personal business to attend to, matters she would prefer no one to come across.
That afternoon was the first day in a few she had strolled her way back into the room when Jon was absent, getting into more comfortable attire (a white shirt she might have borrowed from him and a pair of shorts she boosted from elsewhere) and drowning in a book on the spare bed. One leg crossed over the other and surrounded by bags of junk food from the vending machine
She sighed at her book and flipped the page. More romantic trash.