50 Minotaur Lane B [January 30, Tuesday Morning]
If there was something Rose wasn't it was a morning person but her alarm rang at precisely 7:30 am and it persisted to ring dragging Rose from blissful sleep into the morning. She pulled the pillow over her head to drown out the noise to no avail, it continued in a shrill beeping staccato until, finally, frustrated she turned over, groaning and hit her clock until it stopped making noise.
She woke-up and blinked at the sunlight, she looked down and saw lump by her bedside. She blinked trying to make sense of it until the lump resolved into the familiar form of Jack, sprawled half out of the sleeping bag, mouth slightly open.
That's right, they went out last night, in Caritas and she'd invited him to crash at her place.
Unsteadily, Rose stood-up and tried quietly to work around Jack, careful not to wake him up. She was mostly successful until she stubbed her toe on the cyberman rifle and cried, "Ow!"
((ooc: Jack modded with permission.))
She woke-up and blinked at the sunlight, she looked down and saw lump by her bedside. She blinked trying to make sense of it until the lump resolved into the familiar form of Jack, sprawled half out of the sleeping bag, mouth slightly open.
That's right, they went out last night, in Caritas and she'd invited him to crash at her place.
Unsteadily, Rose stood-up and tried quietly to work around Jack, careful not to wake him up. She was mostly successful until she stubbed her toe on the cyberman rifle and cried, "Ow!"
((ooc: Jack modded with permission.))