Room 313 [morning]
Greg had been moping. Kind of a lot.
But sometimes, some things supercede moping. Such as sleep.
"Phrengle," Greg mumbled, rolling over and frowning as her hand hit her chest.
Another thing that supercedes moping would be boobs.
"...HOLY CRAP."
But sometimes, some things supercede moping. Such as sleep.
"Phrengle," Greg mumbled, rolling over and frowning as her hand hit her chest.
Another thing that supercedes moping would be boobs.
"...HOLY CRAP."