After class, Jono had pretty much stalked his way right on back to his room, where he was going to sit, and glare at things, and contemplate punching the wall until his knuckles were bloody.
Okay, not so much with the contemplating.
Naffin' hell. Ow.
[Open for anyone wondering about the thumps on the wall and the occasional psionic grumble. Or people who just want to visit. Or what-have-you, sure.]
- Room 408, Thursday Afternoon