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[Jo seemed pretty proud of herself as she made her way to Isaac's room - the strap of her bag digging into her shoulder from the weight of the books inside, eyes a little tired from skimming through a number of references that ended up being kind of useless - but still wearing a smug smile the whole way there from the library. Sure she could have just asked someone in the Infirmary to give her some advice on how to help her Inmate, but she wanted to see if she could handle this on her own. It was her job to help Isaac out, and damnit she could do this. Even if her old bag threatened to tear from being packed with just one too many books.
No matter though! Because she was approaching his door in no-time, only realizing then she probably should have sent him some kind of message that she'd be stopping by. Oh well.
She knocked a few times, adjusting the strap on her shoulder as she waited for him to answer.]
No matter though! Because she was approaching his door in no-time, only realizing then she probably should have sent him some kind of message that she'd be stopping by. Oh well.
She knocked a few times, adjusting the strap on her shoulder as she waited for him to answer.]