Room 408, Wednesday Morning

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Jonothon was twitchy.

Not twitchy as in random muscle spasms or anything, of course. More twitchy in that way that meant that he couldn't actually sit still for more than a few moments at a time, and he kept double-checking things like the curtains to make certain that they were drawn shut tightly, and he kept locking and unlocking the door, just to be certain that that much wasn't busted. But then, if he locked the door, that might give the wrong impression, and...

He was overthinking this. He was good at overthinking things lately, wasn't he? Okay, Chamber, just sit on your bed, clasp your hands, and wait. Nothing was going to explode just because you happened to be sitting there. Truly.

Bollocks.

[Jono is waiting for somebody, yes, but that doesn't mean that other people can't pay a visit to the silent dorm room, too.]

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Jak, for one, was slightly disturbed by the state of the curtains. If that helped at all in Jono's judgement of things. You could tell by the raised eyebrow when he padded back in. Hadn't that been different this morning--?

[living_endless]

Nervous? Death? No.

... fidgety, maybe. She'd probably set a record for how many times she had to redraw her eye makeup, and this wasn't even a date, so what was she ...

She was at his room.

"Hey."