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pursuedthestars) wrote2013-10-22 05:17 pm
pursuedthestars) wrote2013-10-22 05:17 pm
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Room 222 | Tuesday Evening
Jim was kicked back in his chair with his feet up on his desk. It was getting colder out and it was making Jim remember crisp autumn mornings back in Iowa when there was a frost coating the grass and you could see your breath in the air. He'd opened the window and was enjoying it.
There was a book open and leaning against his thighs and every so often, he'd read a few pages before getting bored and pulling out his phone to play a few rounds of a game he'd downloaded. And then he'd die and he'd go back to the book.
Homecoming was coming up and Jim figured he'd be going but he wasn't incredibly excited about it. It just meant he'd have to put on a tie and he hated ties.
He went back to the book for awhile.
[Cracked door, open post]
There was a book open and leaning against his thighs and every so often, he'd read a few pages before getting bored and pulling out his phone to play a few rounds of a game he'd downloaded. And then he'd die and he'd go back to the book.
Homecoming was coming up and Jim figured he'd be going but he wasn't incredibly excited about it. It just meant he'd have to put on a tie and he hated ties.
He went back to the book for awhile.
[Cracked door, open post]