Jude was . . . asleep.

Just asleep.

Life was easier and less confusing this way.

[[Door's close, but the post is open.]]

( In Toronto . . . )

Jude had stayed out all day and now he dragged himself on aching legs down the hallway. He heard what was coming from Setsuna's room and winced. He knew that he should go and say . . . something. He didn't know what it would be. But he couldn't. Not yet. He kept his head down and hugged the opposite wall as he passed as if something was going to ( Read more... )

Somewhere, a cellphone was going off. Jude registered it as his own and rolled off the bed into a pile of magazines, slipping a bit in his socked feet and almost colliding with the desk before he managed to grab the phone off the desk and answer.

( A Very Important Phonecall )

Jude lurked. And lurked. And finally worked up the courage to knock, then poke his head inside. "Uh, Setsuna? You around?"

[[For, er, bound2blade or any other Puffin who might want to point and laugh. And if I don't see ya, have a great weekend. I know I will.]]