Room 413 | Afternoon | Monday | February 13
Nathan hadn't gone to the dance (he'd been a little too wired to do anything but head to the mainland to find some nice girl who wouldn't call) but he had gotten flowers (including a set from...himself but he'd figured out who they were from after a while) and he'd actually taken care to put both Caroline's and Kate's in a decent vase so they wouldn't die. He almost felt bad about not sending any of his own but that was the way he was. You just had to love him.
Of course, floral arranging hadn't done anything to really channel the continued feeling of restlessness, twitchiness and just...well, horniness, that he'd been feeling for the longest fucking time. Hey, he was always ready for a good lay but this was like five times more than usual and Nathan was only human. He couldn't have alone time with himself all the time. His wrist would get fucking arthritis or something.
As it was now, he was smoking like a fucking chimney and pacing around his room like a caged animal. Mostly, he just needed to find something to do to take his mind off his current state. Or he needed to find some way to put that current state to good use. Or...he was going to smoke so many fucking cigarettes, he'd get lung cancer overnight.
Fuck.
[Door and post are open. Nathan is Nathan.]
Of course, floral arranging hadn't done anything to really channel the continued feeling of restlessness, twitchiness and just...well, horniness, that he'd been feeling for the longest fucking time. Hey, he was always ready for a good lay but this was like five times more than usual and Nathan was only human. He couldn't have alone time with himself all the time. His wrist would get fucking arthritis or something.
As it was now, he was smoking like a fucking chimney and pacing around his room like a caged animal. Mostly, he just needed to find something to do to take his mind off his current state. Or he needed to find some way to put that current state to good use. Or...he was going to smoke so many fucking cigarettes, he'd get lung cancer overnight.
Fuck.
[Door and post are open. Nathan is Nathan.]