playing catch-up
Setting: block B
Having slept surprisingly late by his usual standards, the journals were already a flurry of activity by the time Jim sat at his computer. He couldn't help but smirk at Autumn's post even if the intentionally provocative wording of her description had him squirming a touch in his chair and he quickly made the decision that caffeine was in order before anything else. Of course on opening his door he was confronted by the sight of the spark plug and he let out a bray of laughter that was loud enough to draw a stare from the guy passing by his room. Pocketing it, he was still chuckling to himself as he made his way to the kitchen, glad to find a pot of coffee had already been brewed that morning.
Filling a mug for himself, the smell was enough to kick his brain into gear and he tugged another mug from the cabinet, an idea striking him. Filling it with tea bags from the pantry, he found himself whistling an old Beatles song as he left the kitchen and took the long way round back to his room, noting some of the other objects that had been left as he did so before placing the mug outside Reggie's door. It was a struggle to keep whistling as he smiled to himself but he just about managed it, hoping the Brit would appreciate what he'd chosen as he made his way back to his room to make his own post and reply to Autumn's properly.