Room 311, Thursday Morning
Jack woke up late for him and disoriented by the new surroundings. After a moment, he remembered everything Tyler had done over the past two days, as if a dream.
Of course it isn't over.
He groaned and went to splash some water on his face, trying to decide what to do next.
A gray tabby ran up to him and rubbed against his legs.
"I am not the person you want," he told it.
The damn cat kept meowing.
"Really. Stop it."
Now she was trying to climb his jeans, like kitty paradise was at his belt buckle.
Tyler would have tossed it against a wall without a second thought, but Jack wasn't Tyler. He sighed, scooped the cat into his arms and went to find its owner.
[OOC: Locked to ... me. Sorry.]
Of course it isn't over.
He groaned and went to splash some water on his face, trying to decide what to do next.
A gray tabby ran up to him and rubbed against his legs.
"I am not the person you want," he told it.
The damn cat kept meowing.
"Really. Stop it."
Now she was trying to climb his jeans, like kitty paradise was at his belt buckle.
Tyler would have tossed it against a wall without a second thought, but Jack wasn't Tyler. He sighed, scooped the cat into his arms and went to find its owner.
[OOC: Locked to ... me. Sorry.]