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therewaslife) wrote2011-07-24 05:22 pm
therewaslife) wrote2011-07-24 05:22 pm
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Room 502 | Afternoon | Sunday | July 24
Bod was taking his time in getting himself packed up and moved down to the cabins. There wasn't a time limit and they weren't going anywhere so his bag was open on his bed and he was sitting on the edge of his bed, back to the door.
There was a book open on his lap that he'd started to pack but gotten distracted with because he'd shoved Silas' unsettling letter in between the pages. Now, he was reading it again and still coming up empty as to what to do with it. The logical thing would be to find the address and see what was happening but that might also be the idiotic thing. He figured he could write back and see if that got him a response.
Or. Or he could do nothing and wait for Silas to make contact again. That would be the smartest thing but it'd also be the one that burdened him heavily. Curiosity was occasionally unwelcome. Still, he was reading it again, going over it with a critical eye and hoping the words gave him answers.
[Door and post are open. Yay finally home from work.]
There was a book open on his lap that he'd started to pack but gotten distracted with because he'd shoved Silas' unsettling letter in between the pages. Now, he was reading it again and still coming up empty as to what to do with it. The logical thing would be to find the address and see what was happening but that might also be the idiotic thing. He figured he could write back and see if that got him a response.
Or. Or he could do nothing and wait for Silas to make contact again. That would be the smartest thing but it'd also be the one that burdened him heavily. Curiosity was occasionally unwelcome. Still, he was reading it again, going over it with a critical eye and hoping the words gave him answers.
[Door and post are open. Yay finally home from work.]