Room 402; Late Saturday Afternoon.

[by137]

Man, homecoming? Was exhausting, which was why A.J. was just a sprawled lump of nothing on his bed, staring idly at the ceiling with an arm and a leg draped over his bed. But, as his grin indicated, it was very, very fun. His mind was still bouncing although the flesh was unwilling, mostly with ideas because he had all sorts of design ideas in his head based on all the dresses and decorations and...well, everything, because he was a total nerd. But an exhausted one, which is why the ideas had to just stay in his head right now instead of being put on paper because he wasn't going to do annnnnything if he could help it.

[[ posted for someone in particular, but still totally open! Just don't mind possible slowness on account of a migrane from hell. ]]