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fandomtownies2014-04-01 05:18 pm
furnaceface) wrote in fandomtownies2014-04-01 05:18 pm
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The Park, Tuesday Evening
Jonothon was just the tiniest bit jealous of the ducks. They certainly didn't seem to mind the cold, or the wet, while he was more than a little on the soggy side tonight. Sitting inside by the heat after getting back to his apartment from Hannibal's Lithuanian class didn't seem to do him any good, and toweling wasn't going to happen because apparently he didn't have any towels.
That was new.
So he'd given up. If he was going to be damp anyway, he might as well just be soaked to the bone, sitting in the rain, and having a little space to himself. It wasn't like he could catch a cold, and the ducks were happy, at least. They didn't really get wet in the first place, and he'd brought a bag of bread along for the occasion.
He had a lot to think about.
[OOC: Open for anyone else crazy enough to sit in the dark in the sticky, sticky rain!]
That was new.
So he'd given up. If he was going to be damp anyway, he might as well just be soaked to the bone, sitting in the rain, and having a little space to himself. It wasn't like he could catch a cold, and the ducks were happy, at least. They didn't really get wet in the first place, and he'd brought a bag of bread along for the occasion.
He had a lot to think about.
[OOC: Open for anyone else crazy enough to sit in the dark in the sticky, sticky rain!]