of course it's christmas. stop looking at me like that.

[indarknessbound]

[Since his encounter with 'Santa', Brooklime has been looking for his roommate/ the bane of his existence, but all to no avail. He's gone from fraught, to resigned and mopey. On Christmas, no less. It's difficult to shake the feeling that this is entirely his own fault.

He's currently given up the search and is sat on his bed, wallowing in misery. Temperance is hovering impassively over his shoulder.]