John hasn't been much for being in his room since yesterday. His head's full of crap that he can't manage to sort, issues that he can't decipher and presumptions he hopes are very wrong.

He took Bertram with him this morning and he's currently drawing on the DRD's shell.

[For Aeryn, plz]

John doesn't remember when Aeryn got here and he's not entirely sure if she's asleep or just dozing. Nevertheless, he's lying perfectly still in case she is resting.

Except he has a really bad itch on his ankle. He's tried rubbing it against the mattress but it hasn't work.

Maybe if he just ignores it...

Johnny's hanging out in his room, watching QVC and petting Bertram softly. Poor thing, looked so terribly sad. Johnny would have to cheer him up somehow. Buy him a sweater or something.

John's standing on the roof, waiting for Aeryn. Her phone call was surprising but she was right. They needed to talk. Roof was neutral...to a point. So, here he was, bundled in a jacket and watching the setting sun.

After visiting Angel in the clinic and then sleeping most of the day away, John's propped up on his bed, doodling random doodles. He scowls at the paper, crumbles it up and tosses it into a growing pile of paper at his bed.

The door's closed and locked.

After a Friday spent watching dots and patching up blood and Saturday spent recovering and then partying, John's ready to just stay in bed all Sunday ( Read more... )

With Aeryn coming over, John makes sure he's got a few candles on hand and some blankets. As it is now, he's bundled up in jeans and a sweatshirt for warmth.

The snow is still falling heavily.

Since he's no longer a damn marmoset (curse you Rita Skeeter and your husband too!) but knows that the news hit the radio, John might be hiding out in his room for awhile. The door's shut and locked.

Plus, thar be gay Mountie's afoot!

Only two classes today and John's tired again. Maybe he should start taking vitamins or something.

He's lounging on the couch, tv on and the door closed.

Sulking, pouting, pissy, whatever. John's all of the emotions that are under the angry umbrella. So, he's laying on his bed in a semi dark room, staring at the ceiling.