RM 508 - Sunday afternoon
Annette was wallowing around her room, more to the point, in her bed. She felt like staying in her jammies all day groaning about all the chocolate she ate yesterday that was still giving her a stomachache. She was all too thankful that Shawn relieved her of the rest of it before she could have done more damage to her poor insides.
She was kind of sort of afraid to see Dick today. More than likely he heard the radio and knew that someone had said something about him to her. Woe. Annette would deal with that when the time came. But she wanted to see him today. She missed him.
Grumbling, she buried herself way under her covers and hugged syphilis to her chest.
(ooc: sp is love.)
She was kind of sort of afraid to see Dick today. More than likely he heard the radio and knew that someone had said something about him to her. Woe. Annette would deal with that when the time came. But she wanted to see him today. She missed him.
Grumbling, she buried herself way under her covers and hugged syphilis to her chest.
(ooc: sp is love.)