Room 402; Saturday Evening.

[by137]

Despite the impending chilly weather, the windows of room 402 were as open as the door which meant only one thing. The inspirational streak that had flourished from the drama with Annette was continuing on strongly, and A.J. sat on a sheet in the corner of the room, surrounded by a plethora of media. Pant tubes and cans, brushes everywhere,

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[misshargrove]

Annette just... had to talk to A.J. Her mind wouldn't rest until she did. She stood at the entrance to his room, looking around, staring at him, at what he was doing. She forgot to announce herself.

[by137]

And A.J. was very heavily concentrating on laying that blue wire against the groove, ridging thing of a plastic pipe, tongue out at the corner of his mouth and everything, that he didn't even realize that Annette was there. Very delicate work; it had to lay just right and he didn't want to get superglue all over his fingers, either.

[misshargrove]

Her head tilted as she concentrated on what he was doing. Narrowing her eyes a little she stepped in quietly so as not to disturb him, but she was watching him work with that blue wire. What was he making? She stepped closer and closer, concentrating on that wire.

[by137]

Almooooost.....There. A.J.'s tongue slipped back into his mouth and he bit his lip as he concentrated on holding the ends of the wire in place while the glue started to work, counting a good span of time in his head.