David Morgan (moonandthetide) wrote in simmerdim, @ 2010-07-17 01:15:00 |
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Current mood: | stressed |
Entry tags: | david, eden |
Left alone, David goes back to his own room, swearing under his breath. He picks up the coffee he brought back, lukewarm now, and downs half of it; any inclination he had toward actual food is gone. After a minute he goes hunting for his phone, and dials Eden's number with a slightly shaky finger.