Entry tags:
Room 217, Saturday Night
Savannah was sprawled on the bed with a notebook. In theory, she was trying to write a letter to Adam. In reality, it just wasn't happening. Everytime she started writing a letter to someone back home, she ended up doodling Johnny's name and silly things like hearts.
She groaned and faceplanted into her pillow.
She was being girly and silly.
[[OOC: So very open]]
She groaned and faceplanted into her pillow.
She was being girly and silly.
[[OOC: So very open]]