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lienhearts) wrote2016-11-22 06:11 pm
lienhearts) wrote2016-11-22 06:11 pm
WEEK 0 | TUESDAY EVENING | ROOM 106
Today was far more of an ordeal than expected. Really, he's learning to be grateful for the rules surrounding night time - it means Conchita actually has to let him go at some point in the day. He hadn't thought it possible, but under the effects of whatever they spiked that cupcake with, the woman was even clingier than Efi.
"Long day, huh?"
He settles down on his futon in a loose sitting posture, obviously relaxed. He's decided to stick to his dark shirt and pants, the set that's normally hidden under that long red coat of his. Those, and his gloves, which he never seems to remove. "Gotta say, I wasn't expecting you to get a fiancé out of that deal."
Ever since the end of the first day, when the profiles became common knowledge among everyone, he's ditched the wimpy personality for something far more laid back and subdued. Never too nasty, but it's probably no surprise that he's not above this kind of teasing, either.
"Long day, huh?"
He settles down on his futon in a loose sitting posture, obviously relaxed. He's decided to stick to his dark shirt and pants, the set that's normally hidden under that long red coat of his. Those, and his gloves, which he never seems to remove. "Gotta say, I wasn't expecting you to get a fiancé out of that deal."
Ever since the end of the first day, when the profiles became common knowledge among everyone, he's ditched the wimpy personality for something far more laid back and subdued. Never too nasty, but it's probably no surprise that he's not above this kind of teasing, either.