Re: Wednesday 2:56 PM
Sighing, Joanie rested her head in her hands with a groan. She knew she was sulking, but this was frustrating. She was tired, a little cranky, and having to make things that were very difficult. Nudging a mutant lock with her toe, she glanced up at Luther, a firm pout on her face.
"Too many," she muttered at his question. Sighing, she knocked her knuckles against her temples. "I'm getting closer, I know it, I just...this is the hard part. This is the worst of it. I just have to feel it, I have to know what it's like, and it's just...hard!" She couldn't even explain it right.
"Anyway, I should be-" She paused at the knock at the door, eyes widening. "Oliver?" Pushing the dictionary to the floor, she stood, glancing at Luther. "He's in the Ghostbusters, right? 605?" Before he could reply, she made her way to the door, opening it up and peering outside suspiciously. "Yeah?"
She was met with an eyeful of papers and magazines, a mountain of junk. Grinning, she hopped backwards. "Oh my god, this is awesome!" She glanced over her shoulder at Luther, face suddenly wildly animated and enthusiastic. "Look, look! Come in!" She stepped back to allow the man passage inside.