Who:Sherr and Jim What:Having a talk Where: Their flat When: Afternoon. Rating/warnings: TBD but probably medium.
While it wasn't the first time he'd said or done something at least somewhat dumb, this? Was the worst thing he could ever imagine happening. After the breakfast snafu, he'd made a b-line for his room. Locking himself away and blocking out whatever Jim shouted with ear plugs and loud music. Of course, however, whatever this new torture was seemed to translate to electronics as well, so naturally after the first few questions he'd shut his phone off and tossed it under his bed. Just for extra measure.
That had been hours ago, however. And eventually his grumbling stomach protested his self proclaimed escape plan. So grabbing headphones and risking any further damage, had turned his phone back on to easily ignore....well, anyone really. He knew Bas had likely taken off for the day, and after peering, carefully, down the hallway? Had assumed Jim had gotten bored and left as well. Letting out a breathe, he slipped out of his room and towards the kitchen