Lennon Marx (movedthrough) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-03-07 23:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 024, lennon, tobias |
Who: Lennon and Tobias
Where: Lennon's room
When: around 3 p.m.
The walk back up to the house had been one of the most difficult things he'd ever done, and Lennon knew it was because he still wasn't at a hundred percent. He'd given it his best, not wanting to be the one to whine or to say that he couldn't do it even though he'd felt like he couldn't. Jack and Cecilia had been as sick as he was and he didn't feel like they'd complain about the walk. It took a lot longer than it would have on a normal day, but finally he was back in his third-floor room, which was magically as clean as it had been when he'd arrived. And hey, he had a buttload of art supplies! He took only a few moments to look through the boxes before he had to lie down, sprawled across the bed as if someone had shot him.
After about half an hour Lennon had dragged himself up to take a shower, and it felt like the best shower he'd ever had. After he'd sluggishly dried off and dressed in pajama pants and a t-shirt, he'd settled down at the computer to catch up on messages and shamelessly beg for someone to feed him. He'd figured if no one replied, he could go down the stairs on his ass like he might've done when he'd been a little kid, but people had come through for him. Jack was the best, and so was Juno. No way would they let him starve up here.
The food seemed to settle okay, and he'd enjoyed the company. When he was alone once more, he'd tried to start rummaging through the boxes of art supplies again but before long he was dozing on the couch, kind of like some old fart whiling away his day in a nursing home.