Who: Dennis and Justin What: Home renovation discussions to start off with When: Monday Where: The Island Warnings: None Status: Incomplete
Dennis was sitting at the kitchen table of the Island's house, a twizzler hanging out of his mouth. He had gone looking around the house until he found some sheets of blank paper and pencils that he was fairly certain had been Dean's. He wondered if Dean would have minded him using them. He hoped not. He hoped Dean would have understood what he was doing and even encouraged it.
His arm were black from smudging the sketches. Were these made of charcoal? He wasn't sure. The sketches looked very mediocre in his eyes but that wasn't what mattered. It conveyed the ideas in his head of how to get the loft to work. He wanted to build the room he and Rosie had spoken of. And he thought it'd be easy enough, if he could just get the ideas out on paper, and show them to his brother and Justin. They'd be able to tell him if he was being irrational, wouldn't they?
He leaned back, pulling at the end of the twizzler, while he chewed on the piece that remained in his mouth. He twirled it around and around as he thought.