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Anyone out on the patio who happened to glance in an upward direction might see a bobbing, yellow, circular thing around a pair of dangling trainers. This is because Jimmy has discovered the way to get to the balcony, and, seeing as how it's slightly drizzly wherever they are at the moment, has taken it upon himself to inspect its stability via sitting on its edge and playing with his yo-yo. The whispering coolness of outside reminds him of home.
Bouts of chair-racing aside, the hotel has been, as always, quiet. It is amazing how bloody introspective this sort of silence makes a person. Surely there'd be more noise if the whole hotel weren't off thinking or summat. Right?
Bloody hell, now he's doing it. Jimmy lets the yo-yo stall a bit at the end of its line. If only the place had a decent gym. There must be something to be done he hasn't thought of yet.
Bouts of chair-racing aside, the hotel has been, as always, quiet. It is amazing how bloody introspective this sort of silence makes a person. Surely there'd be more noise if the whole hotel weren't off thinking or summat. Right?
Bloody hell, now he's doing it. Jimmy lets the yo-yo stall a bit at the end of its line. If only the place had a decent gym. There must be something to be done he hasn't thought of yet.