Room 408, Sunday Morning
So it'd been nearly a month since Jak had arrived, and he'd finally sat down and written Samos a letter in scribbly, barely-legible Precurian. It detailed everything that he'd been doing over the past few weeks - 'detailed' being kind of a relative concept if you were dealing with Jak.
It was, in short, about three lines long, but they had been three exhausting (and boring) lines to write, which would explain why Jak had opened up the door. And then thrown himself back onto the desk chair, putting his feet on the desk, and leaning back in full view from the hallway.
He was lounging. Totally chill. The works. Life was good in the room o' silence.
[[ open door, open post! ]]
It was, in short, about three lines long, but they had been three exhausting (and boring) lines to write, which would explain why Jak had opened up the door. And then thrown himself back onto the desk chair, putting his feet on the desk, and leaning back in full view from the hallway.
He was lounging. Totally chill. The works. Life was good in the room o' silence.
[[ open door, open post! ]]