Room 402; Friday Afternoon.
That horrible, hacking, coughing sound coming through the door of room 402? Yeah. That would be the result of picking through trash in a junkyard in rainy, sleety cold weather. It was worth it, though, because it gave A.J. this really awesome cooling unit thing that he, feeling inspired after class, curled up with and idly painted while sniffling. True, having the window open probably really was not helping the cold that left him feeling a little miserable (at least it wasn't as bad as last Saturday), but just because he couldn't smell the fumes from his paints due to his stuffy nose, didn't mean other people had to be subjected to it.
A sudden sneeze with an insane build up left an unintentional streak of red across the cooling unit. A.J. grunted in disappointment for a second before he realized that, hey. That actually looked pretty damn good! Now if only those coughs could bring another beautiful mistake, then he wouldn't feel so bad about being sick.
[[ door is closed, but post is definitely open! ]]
A sudden sneeze with an insane build up left an unintentional streak of red across the cooling unit. A.J. grunted in disappointment for a second before he realized that, hey. That actually looked pretty damn good! Now if only those coughs could bring another beautiful mistake, then he wouldn't feel so bad about being sick.
[[ door is closed, but post is definitely open! ]]