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Who: Jim Hawking and whomever comes across him
When: Afternoon
Where: The City
What: Waking up
Rating: PG-13 due to Jim's foul mouth
His head was pounding. It must have been the long night. He must have dosed off on his desk or.. something.
But it didn't feel like his head was resting on... anything. Actually, his little body was achy and awkwardly bent.
Wide cobalt eyes opened and looked around with a groggy, sleep-glazed expression out upon the sky. The air was fresh and clean, more than any place he'd been. But how did he get outside? Furthermore...
Why was his ass stuck in a trash can?
He kicked his short legs frantically, trying to off balance and tip over the trash can. "Aniiikii! Did you do this? You asshole, help me ouut!!" he complained, thoroughly upset to wake up like this, suspecting Gene, because he WOULD do something like this to him.
When: Afternoon
Where: The City
What: Waking up
Rating: PG-13 due to Jim's foul mouth
His head was pounding. It must have been the long night. He must have dosed off on his desk or.. something.
But it didn't feel like his head was resting on... anything. Actually, his little body was achy and awkwardly bent.
Wide cobalt eyes opened and looked around with a groggy, sleep-glazed expression out upon the sky. The air was fresh and clean, more than any place he'd been. But how did he get outside? Furthermore...
Why was his ass stuck in a trash can?
He kicked his short legs frantically, trying to off balance and tip over the trash can. "Aniiikii! Did you do this? You asshole, help me ouut!!" he complained, thoroughly upset to wake up like this, suspecting Gene, because he WOULD do something like this to him.