Room 232, Late Friday Afternoon
After classes and the club fair were over, K-Mart went back to the room and hid. She wound up in a shirt that might or might not have been her roommate's, she wasn't sure -- and didn't care -- and so didn't want to give it back at the moment even though she would if he asked.
She sat on her bed, a notebook propped on her knees as she tried to write a letter to Claire. It wasn't going well. Because honestly, how did you tell someone that you'd just spent most of the day walking around in your underwear? Claire would think she'd gone insane.
[Open!]
She sat on her bed, a notebook propped on her knees as she tried to write a letter to Claire. It wasn't going well. Because honestly, how did you tell someone that you'd just spent most of the day walking around in your underwear? Claire would think she'd gone insane.
[Open!]