Room 211, Tuesday morning
Priestly had gotten back in from Santa Cruz late enough last night that all he'd managed to do was fall over into bed fully dressed and pass out.
As it turned out, pretending to be "normal" and to go to a "normal" school was completely exhausting. And explaining to Trucker when he finally managed to get out of the house to grab a break from normal why he was trying to act and look "normal" instead of just being himself to his parents and getting them to deal with it was even more exhausting.
But he was finally back, his hair was finally brightly colored again, and he was now staring into the mirror trying to get the light stubble he'd managed to recultivate to thicken by pure will alone.
[ooc: And I'm back! Post is as open as you want it to be.]
As it turned out, pretending to be "normal" and to go to a "normal" school was completely exhausting. And explaining to Trucker when he finally managed to get out of the house to grab a break from normal why he was trying to act and look "normal" instead of just being himself to his parents and getting them to deal with it was even more exhausting.
But he was finally back, his hair was finally brightly colored again, and he was now staring into the mirror trying to get the light stubble he'd managed to recultivate to thicken by pure will alone.
[ooc: And I'm back! Post is as open as you want it to be.]