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MCA #4, Saturday Morning
Dec. 5th, 2015 12:32 pmThere were days in one's life that went inexplicably strange; days where you woke up and then found yourself in different circumstances than you could have possibly expected. These days had been few in Jean's life for a long time, but recently they had resumed.
Waking up in a strange bed in a strange apartment with a strange plant hanging over him was, in comparison to the past few weeks of his life, somewhat mundane.
He sat up in the bed, rubbing at his face with both hands, feeling the bristles pricking into his palms. "Now where am I?" he said, and stumbled out of bed, picking through the clothes present until he found something that looked closest to a regular button-down shirt. Whoever owned these items had a terrible sense of taste.
Perhaps it was Martin's? Had they gone drinking the previous night? It would be par for the course.
[[ open, but I'm on SP today because Saint Nicholas. atton is now jean bastière from Spotless. ]]
Waking up in a strange bed in a strange apartment with a strange plant hanging over him was, in comparison to the past few weeks of his life, somewhat mundane.
He sat up in the bed, rubbing at his face with both hands, feeling the bristles pricking into his palms. "Now where am I?" he said, and stumbled out of bed, picking through the clothes present until he found something that looked closest to a regular button-down shirt. Whoever owned these items had a terrible sense of taste.
Perhaps it was Martin's? Had they gone drinking the previous night? It would be par for the course.
[[ open, but I'm on SP today because Saint Nicholas. atton is now jean bastière from Spotless. ]]
