May 22, 2006 10:00
After his evening with Rory, Jack had thrown his clothes into a backpack, slung it over one shoulder, and, carefully gathering his plant, headed down to the cabins.
He nabbed the bed next to the bathroom [aka: B3], dumped his pack on the bed, and settled the plant on the floor beside it.
"There you go, plant. You should like it out here. Lots of your relatives out there."
Jack suddenly realised he was talking to his plant where other people could hear him and mentally facepalmed. He was going to have to stop that.
b3,
camp 2006,
not-psychic live plant,
seahorse b,
jack can sometimes be a dork,
rory