Room 403 [Tuesday, Evening]
Angela had been up unreasonably early for class, even by her standards, so by later on she just didn't feel like heading out to actually do anything particularly adventurous with her evening.
She was right back in the room, sprawled on her stomach on her bed reading some trashy novel (everyone should be allowed their guilty pleasures) and humming along to the radio.
The fairy lights were still up, because she thought they were pretty and atmospheric and didn't really care that the season for them was over and done with. They were staying unless Hannibal came up with a decent objection.
The door was open, and she was unlikely to mind getting distracted from that book.
[[Like it said, ooooopen.]]
She was right back in the room, sprawled on her stomach on her bed reading some trashy novel (everyone should be allowed their guilty pleasures) and humming along to the radio.
The fairy lights were still up, because she thought they were pretty and atmospheric and didn't really care that the season for them was over and done with. They were staying unless Hannibal came up with a decent objection.
The door was open, and she was unlikely to mind getting distracted from that book.
[[Like it said, ooooopen.]]