Room 201, Monday Afternoon

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Yesterday had been… interesting, and Rosalind was glad enough to have learnt something even if she doubted she’d ever really need to know how to do any of it again

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[furnaceface]

Somebody had taught himself how the hell to send off text messages from the phone he only used for voicemail, because he was stranded in Hawaii, weasel-sitting the younger version of his last school's headmistress, and people wanted him to go outside and enjoy himself and it wasn't fair.

It's bloody hot in Hawaii.

Three guesses as to who.

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Rosalind smirked when she read the text.

I would never have guessed.

Hello to you too, Jono.

[furnaceface]

Jono, true to his word to everyone that he'd spoken to about this trip, was half-draped over the air conditioning unit in his room.

He'd go out after dark. It got cooler out after bloody dark.

You should be here. Then I wouldn't have to suffer alone.

He'd have someone to complain at! Or with! Or something.

[give_areason]

She leaned back in her chair, sipped her water, and then answered him.

And have people on my case about going out? I'd rather leave you to suffer.

Which was... well, honest.