Jak of Sandover (unborn_renegade) wrote,
Jak of Sandover
unborn_renegade

Room 408, Saturday Morning

It was morning. It was a Saturday morning. It was...

... time for Jak to lie on his back on his bed and stare up at the ceiling. He hadn't had word from Haven in a while, and as per usual, that made him twitchy. He had the radio on, listening to some rap song or another (he kind of liked the rhythm) but it didn't do much to throw off his mood, either.

Until his foot started to tap. Quietly against the blanket at first, but then louder. His head started bobbing along.

He was starting to get the itch to move.

Jak sat up abruptly. It was seriously time for him to hitch a ride back to Haven.

[[ open door, open post! ]]
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