Room 514 [afternoon]
Rilla was spending her time while Jims was sleeping very productively: she was reading a romance novel.
Or at least she was until she got to a particular passage, which confused her so much she had to read it aloud: "Instinctively, her fingers tightened their grip, squeezing him, and he made a low groaning sound like an animal in pain."
She frowned at the empty room. "Is it supposed to hurt like that?"
[OOC: Door closed, post open, quote from this terrible website]
Or at least she was until she got to a particular passage, which confused her so much she had to read it aloud: "Instinctively, her fingers tightened their grip, squeezing him, and he made a low groaning sound like an animal in pain."
She frowned at the empty room. "Is it supposed to hurt like that?"
[OOC: Door closed, post open, quote from this terrible website]