[Larry has been either at work at Caritas, being only as social as need be, or cooped up in his room for the past couple of weeks. The whole baby thing really bugged him and he dealt with it the only way he knows how. Badly.
There were knocks at his door over the weeks, but he didn't respond to them. He was being just plain anti-social, okay? Which means he was also ignoring the journal for the most part. Safe to say? Larry doesn't know what's been going on around Paradisa lately.
Until last night. He finally opened his door, and it was Fred, and they talked. And she convinced him to come out of hiding. So...that's what he's doing today. Midday. Opening his journal.]
[a long pause] Hi.
I hear there's this whole world going on outside of my room, but I'm not sure whether to believe it or not.
I apologize for not being around lately. I, uh...I'm sorry. Tell me what's going on in your lives. I...plead guilty to not opening my journal in a very long time, and there's far too much to look back on. I really am sorry. I should have been in better contact with people. [and no, he won't be surprised if anyone is annoyed with him for not doing so. So is his life.]
Piano lessons filter.
If you're still interested, let me know when you'd like to meet. I'm free all week.
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I'll be at Caritas tonight if anyone wants to join me for a drink.
[and later tonight, true to his word, Larry is sitting at the bar at Caritas. Watching the world go on around him. He's quite calm really, and ready to be bugged.]
{So very open! Bug him earlier in the day or later at Caritas!}