Room 417, early Sunday morning
Jaye wakes up to something singing at her. Loudly. Maybe in French.
And while she would ordinarily yell back at whichever stupid animal, if not animals, are causing the problem, she's kind of also got Cameron sleeping on her floor and figures having a 'sode would not be a good thing. Gah.
And while she would ordinarily yell back at whichever stupid animal, if not animals, are causing the problem, she's kind of also got Cameron sleeping on her floor and figures having a 'sode would not be a good thing. Gah.