Room 311, afternoon

[flamingbonehead]

Johnny was getting a little stir crazy in his room. He had no classes on Thursdays, and it still felt odd to him to stay so long in the same place day after day

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[way_black]

Blackheart was on his way back from his afternoon Popular Culture class when he note that the idiot across the hall Johnny had his door open.

He still owed him one for that glitter explosion.

"Something interesting out there, Blaze?"

[flamingbonehead]

Johnny turned around at the sound of Blackheart's voice, and smiled at his gothy friend.

"Hey. Didn't hear you come in." He motioned to outside the window. "Jus' admiring the view. I feel better whenever I'm goin' somewhere. It feels so stiflin' to be stuck in one place for so long in one go."

[way_black]

"I think I can relate," Blackheart sympathized. As well as Blackheart could possibly so anything remotely close to sympathizing. "Where I'm from, it's a real Hell. Nowhere really to go. Not much to do."

Not with his father about, anyhow.

"Getting anywhere yet?"

[flamingbonehead]

Johnny shook his head.

"Nah, not really. I just wanna get on my bike an' go somewhere, but it's hard when you're on a small island, an' they expect you to come back for classes."