65,) Closed Commentlog
[Herz sits sprawled across his bed, nose deep in a copy of The Hobbit. Not his first time reading it, probably not his last.
He really just needed to get lost in some good, ol' fashioned fantasy for a little while. Most of the day had been spent yanking hair out over Remy's Advice, and he still didn't have a game plan. To avoid stressing himself into a obnoxious, miserable, wibbly blob, he decided fuckit. He's gonna read him some Tolken and forget about his boy troubles for at least a couple of hours.
That is, of course, if those boy troubles don't end up finding him. Stupid broken doors.]
He really just needed to get lost in some good, ol' fashioned fantasy for a little while. Most of the day had been spent yanking hair out over Remy's Advice, and he still didn't have a game plan. To avoid stressing himself into a obnoxious, miserable, wibbly blob, he decided fuckit. He's gonna read him some Tolken and forget about his boy troubles for at least a couple of hours.
That is, of course, if those boy troubles don't end up finding him. Stupid broken doors.]