Room 218, Friday Afternoon (11/08)
Beauty's half of the room was neat and spotless after a whirlwind cleaning following her morning class. Adah had been handwavily warned of the impending visitor -- which Beauty felt kind of bad about, but she couldn't think of any better place to meet with A.J., since straw and nail polish really didn't mix.
And now she was propped against the headboard of her bed, killing time by catching up on her letters home, and waiting for A.J. to arrive.
[ooc: For by137, obviously.]
And now she was propped against the headboard of her bed, killing time by catching up on her letters home, and waiting for A.J. to arrive.
[ooc: For by137, obviously.]