Room 506, Sunday Morning
Dolf had invited his old friend back into the dorms to take a look around this morning. He could only hope that none of this would affect the course of history too much, though he also had a feeling that such things were a lot harder to influence than they seemed.
He tidied what little there was to be tidied, looking over his things and-- maybe irrationally stressing out a little bit. This was his world, and his place, and he kind of wanted it to leave a good impression on Leonardo, in some foolish way even he didn't understand.
After that, though, there was nothing to do but wait, and maybe drag in some bags of chips to eat.
[[ open, though slooow. ]]
He tidied what little there was to be tidied, looking over his things and-- maybe irrationally stressing out a little bit. This was his world, and his place, and he kind of wanted it to leave a good impression on Leonardo, in some foolish way even he didn't understand.
After that, though, there was nothing to do but wait, and maybe drag in some bags of chips to eat.
[[ open, though slooow. ]]