Darius Alexander Summers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dasummers) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2009-04-09 09:44:00 |
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What: probably yelling at each other
When: afternoon
Where: Chez Frost
Warnings: Darius might curse?
Darius was tired. He'd spent most of the night not sleeping, alternately angry at Rose and dealing with his demons. He'd gone out the previous night and walked through Paris for an hour, which had helped, but when the morning came, he realized that he hadn't actually forgiven Rose, or dealt with anything beside the fact that he was pretty much screwed when it came to getting help.
He'd stayed in his room, even opting to skip his martial arts classes that day. Mostly he just sat around, staring listlessly at the computer, occasionally starting, then deleting, e-mails to everyone he knew. The only one he finished went to Ophelia, asking her if she might like to explore Geneva the next day.
Finally his stomach decided it would not be ignored any longer. He slid out of bad, pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top. He padded out, still wearing his glasses, hair mussed and ignored. He was just going to grab a sandwich and hope he didn't run into Rose.