Room 220 | Evening | Tuesday | October 26
Alex decided that, being both a president and a king meant he could do whatever the fuck he wanted on his off days. And really, his off days were many since his classes were all on Monday and Student Council was on Friday. With nothing to get set up for, he was even lazier than usual today.
That, of course, meant there was a lit cigarette dangling from his lips and a book on his lap. It looked to be weird contrast, smoking without a thought to the consequences while reading (and hiding as best he could) a book on medicine. He'd gotten more and more interested in the subject lately even if he still found parts of it boring.
Still, it was his room, his day off and his fucking prerogative to do whatever he wanted so he was going to read and ignore that he was giving himself lung cancer.
[Door and post are open, sure sure]
That, of course, meant there was a lit cigarette dangling from his lips and a book on his lap. It looked to be weird contrast, smoking without a thought to the consequences while reading (and hiding as best he could) a book on medicine. He'd gotten more and more interested in the subject lately even if he still found parts of it boring.
Still, it was his room, his day off and his fucking prerogative to do whatever he wanted so he was going to read and ignore that he was giving himself lung cancer.
[Door and post are open, sure sure]