Room 506, Monday Morning
After everything that had happened with Triela, Dolf had wanted to call Cally pretty badly. But by the time things settled and his shock had worn off enough for him to make that call, it had been very late, and he hadn't wanted to wake her. So he'd stumbled back to his room and collapsed on his bed, trying to make no noise so Shira wouldn't have any trouble with him.
But by now it was morning, and Dolf was back up on his feet. In a manner of speaking, anyway. Really, he was sitting on his bed, legs crossed, trying to poke through a history book without really seeing the pages.
Eventually, he just gave up, picked up his phone, and sent Cally a text; then he leaned back against the wall and stared at the ceiling.
He was getting so tired of this.
[[ expecting one, but door and post are open if SP-y if anyone wants to come by before Cally ]]
But by now it was morning, and Dolf was back up on his feet. In a manner of speaking, anyway. Really, he was sitting on his bed, legs crossed, trying to poke through a history book without really seeing the pages.
Eventually, he just gave up, picked up his phone, and sent Cally a text; then he leaned back against the wall and stared at the ceiling.
He was getting so tired of this.
[[ expecting one, but door and post are open if SP-y if anyone wants to come by before Cally ]]