feanor (feanor) wrote in opus_two, @ 2008-05-11 20:14:00 |
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Current mood: | Distracted |
*Holes up in his hithlum hotel room for some quiet time after badgering the chef for a waldorf salad and a screwdriver after the kitchen was closed*
*Sits with his feet up, reading a paper one of his collegues sent him so they could get some feedback.*
*Turns the pages without really looking at them, his attention focussed on the mobile phone on the bedside cabinet.*
*Keeps wondering if he'll get a text from a certain son of his, because it's just nice to hear from his boys from time to time. Even if the messages are written in code and pertain to acts of violence he promised his wife he'd have nothing to do with.*