After Autor's day takes a very bad turn.
Jan. 31st, 2015 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Jay's room is largish but not overly. A big bed takes up one corner with a workbench and lockers running down one wall. Through the open bathroom door, Autor might glimpse a massive and overly decadent shower. The bench is littered with tools and plans, half finished projects and mysterious objects. There's a small kitchenette and a wet-bar tucked out of the way.
Jay guides Autor to a seat at the workbench, fetching a bowl of warm, disinfectant smelling water from the bathroom. He pulls up a stool and takes Autor's hand, beginning clean the torn tissue.
Jay's room is largish but not overly. A big bed takes up one corner with a workbench and lockers running down one wall. Through the open bathroom door, Autor might glimpse a massive and overly decadent shower. The bench is littered with tools and plans, half finished projects and mysterious objects. There's a small kitchenette and a wet-bar tucked out of the way.
Jay guides Autor to a seat at the workbench, fetching a bowl of warm, disinfectant smelling water from the bathroom. He pulls up a stool and takes Autor's hand, beginning clean the torn tissue.
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Date: 2015-01-31 09:05 am (UTC)"I will," the boy says, also lightly. He glances down to his hands. "I'll head out, now."
He stands and straightens his blazer, wincing as the action pulls on his stitches. As he steps to the door, he glances over his shoulder.
"Thanks Jay," Autor whispers.
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Date: 2015-01-31 09:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-31 09:09 am (UTC)The boy rolls his shoulders. "And I will. Promise."
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Date: 2015-01-31 09:12 am (UTC)Time to make use of that shower. And something to drink because hurt more than he's willing to let on.