Log: Rose, Prefect ; Closed
Who: Rose and Prefect
Where: Prefects Room
When: 1 pm on any random day!
What: Go go yoga lessons!
Prefect pushed out two mats on the room of his floor. The piles of neatly stacked boxes that usually filled his room had been pushed up against the walls to clear a space for him to teach Rose. There was a pile of random pieces of wood in a small pile in the corner, and a mattress shoved underneath what seemed like a fairly standard work desk. Aside from a not insignificant number of empty gin bottles sharing the space beneath his desk with the mattress, there really wasn't anything else interesting about Prefects room. No chairs, no decoration, there was one, seemingly flourishing plant in the corner, sharing it's pot with some flowers which somehow just didn't look quite right, but other than that it was practically barren.
His feelings about seeing Rose were honestly neutral. She seemed nice enough, but he'd not really known her before, and what she said now were things that he'd heard before. Confusion, outrage, and pity honestly didn't inspire much empathy from him anymore. To be honest, recent events had made him think that being too heavily effected by how much other people say they care about you might be unwise.
Still, she wanted to learn Yoga. She didn't mind paying him, and she seemed nice enough. So Prefect was almost looking forward to seeing her.
He knelt down carefully on one of the Yoga mats, and stared into space.
Where: Prefects Room
When: 1 pm on any random day!
What: Go go yoga lessons!
Prefect pushed out two mats on the room of his floor. The piles of neatly stacked boxes that usually filled his room had been pushed up against the walls to clear a space for him to teach Rose. There was a pile of random pieces of wood in a small pile in the corner, and a mattress shoved underneath what seemed like a fairly standard work desk. Aside from a not insignificant number of empty gin bottles sharing the space beneath his desk with the mattress, there really wasn't anything else interesting about Prefects room. No chairs, no decoration, there was one, seemingly flourishing plant in the corner, sharing it's pot with some flowers which somehow just didn't look quite right, but other than that it was practically barren.
His feelings about seeing Rose were honestly neutral. She seemed nice enough, but he'd not really known her before, and what she said now were things that he'd heard before. Confusion, outrage, and pity honestly didn't inspire much empathy from him anymore. To be honest, recent events had made him think that being too heavily effected by how much other people say they care about you might be unwise.
Still, she wanted to learn Yoga. She didn't mind paying him, and she seemed nice enough. So Prefect was almost looking forward to seeing her.
He knelt down carefully on one of the Yoga mats, and stared into space.