Room 206 [Tuesday Night]
Gavin's taken up a spot on his bed, notebook resting on his knee and pen scribbling away. He knows these communications won't ever get to Wedge but he wanted to get his good mood down on paper.
Of course, as these things do, most of his writing has turned into doodles and doodles turned into giant scenes of dorkiness.
It happens.
[Post and door are absolutely open]
Of course, as these things do, most of his writing has turned into doodles and doodles turned into giant scenes of dorkiness.
It happens.
[Post and door are absolutely open]