Room 408, Saturday Noon

[unborn_renegade]

Jak had just spent the past hour shooting things in the range. He'd dumped the barrel back in the weapons locker and taken the otherwise useless hunk of metal that was the gun itself along with him upstairs, and now

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[furnaceface]

//Yer doin' it wrong,// Jono dutifully reported from his seat on the other side of the room, casually looking up from his own book. //Unless it reads more easier to yer from that angle, I'm really not one t'judge, I suppose.//

[unborn_renegade]

"This makes the notes look easy," Jak muttered, throwing the book to the bed. "I don't get this stuff."

[furnaceface]

//Yer still havin' trouble with th'Roman alphabet, at all?// Jono took a moment to dogear the page that he was on, and then set his book down, arching a questioning eyebrow at his roomie. //Or is it just th'subject matter, mate? Which class is that for?//

[unborn_renegade]

"A little of both, I guess," Jak said, rubbing the back of his head.

He reached back for the book, and held it up. Collected Works of Plato.

Yep.

Hey, going by the movie Tyler had shown at the time, it'd seemed like the simplest choice.