Room 522, Early Tuesday Evening
Jeremy was no longer a tiny little monkey.
The fact that at the exact moment he'd stopped being a tiny monkey he'd actually been hopping up the stairs between the third and fourth floors because he'd been bored enough to want to explore on his own was not something that needed to be discussed. Neither was the way he'd probably broken some kind of record for naked sprinting up stairs in his scramble to get to his room.
No, what everyone just needed to focus on was the fact that Jeremy was no longer a tiny monkey. That was what he was concentrating on, at least. That, and finding out what he'd missed out on while all animalized.
Once he'd pulled on some clothes (pajama pants and a t-shirt, it was no time to be fussy), he grabbed his laptop. First up on the list of things to check? Gossip from back home.
[ooc: Post is open, door is cracked.]
The fact that at the exact moment he'd stopped being a tiny monkey he'd actually been hopping up the stairs between the third and fourth floors because he'd been bored enough to want to explore on his own was not something that needed to be discussed. Neither was the way he'd probably broken some kind of record for naked sprinting up stairs in his scramble to get to his room.
No, what everyone just needed to focus on was the fact that Jeremy was no longer a tiny monkey. That was what he was concentrating on, at least. That, and finding out what he'd missed out on while all animalized.
Once he'd pulled on some clothes (pajama pants and a t-shirt, it was no time to be fussy), he grabbed his laptop. First up on the list of things to check? Gossip from back home.
[ooc: Post is open, door is cracked.]