Room 420, Wednesday afternoon
So Sidon's stuff was still here and all but Sidon...not around since Monday.
Which was why Paris was in her room singing a little "Lovin' My Single" song she made up herself as she worked on a scrapbook of the weird crap that had happened all summer.
Her new therapist said it was a good idea (the hobby, not the singing, and she wasn't entirely sure he took her seriously about the "living in a giant terrarium or whatever" week, but...) and so she was going to bedazzle the hell out of the picture of her and the teal deer at the newspaper wearing hats she'd made for them.
It was possible, apparently, for deer to look both confused and terrified in a photo.
Which was why Paris was in her room singing a little "Lovin' My Single" song she made up herself as she worked on a scrapbook of the weird crap that had happened all summer.
Her new therapist said it was a good idea (the hobby, not the singing, and she wasn't entirely sure he took her seriously about the "living in a giant terrarium or whatever" week, but...) and so she was going to bedazzle the hell out of the picture of her and the teal deer at the newspaper wearing hats she'd made for them.
It was possible, apparently, for deer to look both confused and terrified in a photo.