Room 222 | Tuesday Afternoon

[pursuedthestars]

Jim hadn't had any classes today so he'd gone into town and gotten a haircut. Nothing drastic but things had been getting too long and he didn't want floppy hair. So, haircut. And afterward, he'd stopped for lunch which he'd lugged back to the room.

The food got dropped on his desk and Jim pulled out his chair so he could take a seat and stretch his legs out. He scrolled through a few messages on his phone and even sent a few replies back to random people before he took his sandwich out of his bag so he could start eating.

Look, he was a growing boy and a growing boy needed food and it wasn't his fault the sandwich was messy and huge. He needed his strength for...manly things. Okay, whatever, it just tasted good and he'd wanted to see if he could finish the thing without getting it all over himself.

Sometimes, Jim wasn't the smartest but he'd be well fed.

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[whenshewasnice]

Give me a while and I might.

Probably not, but it was fun enough to joke about.

[pursuedthestars]

Please, you couldn't deal with me on some kind of permanent basis.

Not many people could.

[whenshewasnice]

That's why I'd send you on a lot of errands.

[pursuedthestars]

And then I'd get tired of you being the boss of me and I'd just ignore you.

[whenshewasnice]

Terrible employee.

No kidding.

[pursuedthestars]

Never said I'd be a good employee. I don't like being ordered around.

That wouldn't change.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie snorted as she read that.

Oh I've noticed. You much prefer being in control of yourself. Occasionally of others.

[pursuedthestars]

Well, I'm good at it. Both being in control of myself. And others.

He smirked.

[whenshewasnice]

She was sure he was.

Adequate, at least.

[pursuedthestars]

Please. I'm sure you miss me and the ability to just have me come to your room when you needed a good release.

Full of himself, yep.

[whenshewasnice]

Maybe a little bit.

Eh. Got other ways.

[pursuedthestars]

Such as?

Well, if she was going to dangle that in front of him, he was going to ask.

[whenshewasnice]

I packed everything, you know. Contents of the drawers in my bedside table included.

And she'd kept certain blue items there.

[pursuedthestars]

Ooooooh. Riiiiight. And you haven't sent me pictures.

[whenshewasnice]

Wasn't aware I was supposed to.

Too bad her fake-innocent tone couldn't be fully conveyed textually.

Thought your own bits of release would be just fine without me.

[pursuedthestars]

Doesn't mean I don't want pictures. I bought a lot of that stuff!

And he hadn't gotten to use it with her a lot.

[whenshewasnice]

Well, that happened when people were just about to leave!

Haven't been seeing any pictures from you, either.

[pursuedthestars]

What kind of pictures do you want?

He didn't have all the toys she had.

[whenshewasnice]

You could start with your smile.

Aww.

[pursuedthestars]

Easy.

He turned his phone around and snapped a picture and then he sent it.

There.

[whenshewasnice]

Cute.

Well, she could give positive feedback easily enough. And even send back a photo of her own. Just a little smile.

[pursuedthestars]

He smiled at the photo.

Any other requests?

[whenshewasnice]

Your... chest?

[pursuedthestars]

Jim snickered and took his shirt off so he could snap a photo of his chest since he figured that was what she wanted and not a picture of his t-shirt.

There you go.

[whenshewasnice]

Well, she would've complained about his t-shirt. Unless it was a nice t-shirt.

Very accomodating. Your chest looks about the same as before I left.