Room 511, Wednesday evening
Hiding out in the safety of her room after yesterday's traumatizing events (among others)? Francine? Of course not.
God, it was so nice to be able to lie again.
Though at the moment most of her lying was happening on the bed with the window cracked open, a softly scented and unseasonably warm breeze wafting in from the direction of the park, and a book on adult literacy spread out before her as she sprawled. She really didn't have a clue how to help somebody learn to read, no matter how many picture books she checked out of the library, so she figured she might as well try to find out.
[OOC: Open as open is, though expecting one with ears the size of small saucers at worst, whose thread be chronoschmoogically last! ...Also it always said evening.]
God, it was so nice to be able to lie again.
Though at the moment most of her lying was happening on the bed with the window cracked open, a softly scented and unseasonably warm breeze wafting in from the direction of the park, and a book on adult literacy spread out before her as she sprawled. She really didn't have a clue how to help somebody learn to read, no matter how many picture books she checked out of the library, so she figured she might as well try to find out.
[OOC: Open as open is, though expecting one with ears the size of small saucers at worst, whose thread be chronoschmoogically last! ...Also it always said evening.]