Well, that was that for one of his classes of the summer months. Jono couldn't help it, there was an empty spot on his nightstand where Hendrix the fish had lived for the whole of a week, and now he was contemplating perhaps filling it with... Another fish. Or something of the like.
Odds were low that he'd accidentally kill it, right? Maybe?
//Perhaps I ought to get a rock, instead,// he mused to himself, rearranging the junk that had accumulated on his side of the room to make it all look a little less empty. //But then, I managed to get you through the week more-or-less in one piece, too, didn't I?//
He glanced at the cat who was curled up at the foot of his bed. There would have been something horribly wrong if he'd failed to properly cat-sit his girlfriend, after all.
[I haven't tacked up a room post in foreeeever. Closed door, but the post is open if anyone wants to swing by.]
- Room 408, Monday Evening