Room 413 | Afternoon | Tuesday | October 18
Nathan was pretty fucking bored. Sure, he'd had class to entertain him but it hadn't really done the trick. He'd done fucking jack shit since the trip and he apparently couldn't break himself out of that rut. Maybe there was a trip to England in his future, back home to where Kelly could read his mind and he could make fun of Barry and not have him whine about futures and timelines and shit.
Nathan had left Ramona the chick on his bed to peck at some Doritos (they were not fucking unhealthy, thank you) while he smoked near the window. He didn't want her silly ass to fly outside or think she was some super chick who could fly. Because, if she ended up on the ground, looking like an omelet, he'd be the one getting into deep shit.
Nope, she was secure on the bed and he was blowing smoke lazily out the window. His boredom was killing him but smoking would probably kill him first.
[Door and post are open]
Nathan had left Ramona the chick on his bed to peck at some Doritos (they were not fucking unhealthy, thank you) while he smoked near the window. He didn't want her silly ass to fly outside or think she was some super chick who could fly. Because, if she ended up on the ground, looking like an omelet, he'd be the one getting into deep shit.
Nope, she was secure on the bed and he was blowing smoke lazily out the window. His boredom was killing him but smoking would probably kill him first.
[Door and post are open]