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Room 315, Sunday Evening
Apr. 5th, 2009 09:09 pmNo. No. No. No. No. No. No.
No.
Warren collapsed on his bed after listening to the phone message left by Momoko, and he stared at his ceiling for a good, long time, before quietly dialing his phone again.
He wasn't calling his dad, this time. And he was pleasantly surprised when the person he was phoning picked up.
"Hey, mom... Just... Calling to say I miss you."
When the conversation ended, maybe he'd bury his head under his pillow and pretend he wasn't upset, or something stupid like that.
[His door is open, because dammit, Warren actually doesn't want to be alone tonight. Weird.]
No.
Warren collapsed on his bed after listening to the phone message left by Momoko, and he stared at his ceiling for a good, long time, before quietly dialing his phone again.
He wasn't calling his dad, this time. And he was pleasantly surprised when the person he was phoning picked up.
"Hey, mom... Just... Calling to say I miss you."
When the conversation ended, maybe he'd bury his head under his pillow and pretend he wasn't upset, or something stupid like that.
[His door is open, because dammit, Warren actually doesn't want to be alone tonight. Weird.]
