Room 206 [Sunday Afternoon]
Gavin's locked the stupid melancholy away for the moment. It didn't help him either way and it was more annoying than anything else. So, he balled it up and pushed it back into a corner of his mind where it would stay until he couldn't ignore it.
For now, his mood was better. There was some god awful song playing on the radio he'd managed to make work this morning. He'd run out of clean shirts last night so now he was shirtless, glaring at the two cleanest shirts he had left and debating either just doing laundry or just spraying them with some smelly spray he'd bought the other day.
And that kriffing song just would NOT end. The door was halfway open.
[Door open, post open, song choice courtesy of notqueenyet. That is one earbleedy song, yo.]
For now, his mood was better. There was some god awful song playing on the radio he'd managed to make work this morning. He'd run out of clean shirts last night so now he was shirtless, glaring at the two cleanest shirts he had left and debating either just doing laundry or just spraying them with some smelly spray he'd bought the other day.
And that kriffing song just would NOT end. The door was halfway open.
[Door open, post open, song choice courtesy of notqueenyet. That is one earbleedy song, yo.]