benjie aquino-robinson ; beacon (beaconing) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-11-08 07:45:00 |
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Benjie's morning routine was fairly predictable. Wake up, shower, dress, avoid Ted as much as possible, have breakfast. But he'd overslept this morning, thanks to having been awake for much of the night, worrying. Trying to figure out how he was going to make the amends that he needed to, how he could make it up to the Swans for how he'd spoken to and about them.
He wasn't sure where his roommate was when he woke up, but Ted was thankfully nowhere to be seen. Benjie stared at the ceiling, not moving quite yet, his mind going back to the over-thinking that had kept him awake. What was he going to say? Would they even accept his apologies?
In his half-asleep fuzzy state, his powers reached out, drawing in the very people he'd been thinking about.