WHO: Jace Dorny and OPEN, yo. WHEN: Sunday night, before curfew. WHERE: Halls, en route to the kitchens. WHAT: Just... rp of some sort. RATING: Like, PG?
Considering the fact that his conversation over journals with Garan had annoyed him to all hell, Jace was RATHER in the mood to head for the kitchens. Especially since he'd barely eaten at all due to his stomach being in a particularly unpleasant state. He hadn't even made an appearance at dinner, to be honest, and that decision was now filling him with regret. He was unhappy -- something he tried to avoid at all costs, as it tended to get him thinking -- and starved. There was too much serious stuff going on as of late. Honestly, all he wanted to do was have a snack and maybe track down Nate for a little while. Granted, Nate was probably busy with Garan. And, if not, wouldn't be too keen to hear Jace being aggravated about the bloke.
He could almost smell bacon, despite the fact that he was still two staircases away from the kitchens. It was probably wishful thinking, although he wouldn't have minded if some bacon had simply appeared in midair. Bacon made everything better -- you could add it to almost any meal and be happy about it.