Room 227, Tuesday Afternoon
Jul. 23rd, 2013 08:12 pmNatalie knew she was going to be accused of moping. That was why her door was only cracked open. She didn't need to openly invite people to judge her.
And she didn't think she was moping, anyway. She was laying back on her bed, looking at the ceiling, but it wasn't moping. She was just thinking. About yesterday morning. About the future. About the huge blind spot she'd had when it came to sharing her plans with Sam.
It wasn't moping, it was contemplation.
Moxy meowed at the door. She didn't get up. The door wasn't closed. He could get out on his own if he really wanted to. She was just going to spend a moment with her thoughts right now.
[ooc: Cracked door, open post!]
And she didn't think she was moping, anyway. She was laying back on her bed, looking at the ceiling, but it wasn't moping. She was just thinking. About yesterday morning. About the future. About the huge blind spot she'd had when it came to sharing her plans with Sam.
It wasn't moping, it was contemplation.
Moxy meowed at the door. She didn't get up. The door wasn't closed. He could get out on his own if he really wanted to. She was just going to spend a moment with her thoughts right now.
[ooc: Cracked door, open post!]