Room 417, Sunday morning
Jaye has actually been productive, kind of, for once. She's managed to finish up her college apps, which are probably getting there late but who cares, and she even sealed them all pretty and everything. Of course, she also finished on a Sunday, so we'll see when she actually mails it.
She drops the envelopes on her desk, which is when one of the little paper cranes made the weekend of the sugar OD says, "Give thanks."
"Shut it, I am working on it," she says. "I even have a baking slave! And you don't even have a face."
The crane doesn't have a comeback for that.
[Open, if you're good for some SP, since I'll be in and out today.]
She drops the envelopes on her desk, which is when one of the little paper cranes made the weekend of the sugar OD says, "Give thanks."
"Shut it, I am working on it," she says. "I even have a baking slave! And you don't even have a face."
The crane doesn't have a comeback for that.
[Open, if you're good for some SP, since I'll be in and out today.]