Room 201, Monday Morning

[cypher_can_fly]

Owen woke up from what... felt... like a fever dream.

He was still sitting on the ground.

Random observations were still ticking away in the back of head, but they weren't so... all-consuming now.

His wrists hurt. As did his legs.

"... I'm going to be sick," he whispered.

At least there was no one here. He'd be mortified if anyone watched him puke his guts out in this bucket.

[[ door closed, post open ]]

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[bookbeltof_love]

"Well, like, if you want to be direct about it……………."

Nina had been okay with being slightly less direct about it.

"Yes???????????????"

[cypher_can_fly]

Owen pretended to think about it, looking a bit downcast.

Then he scrunched up his nose. "Ah, water under the bridge, I'll get over it," he said, waving it off.

No one repressed quite like Owen Corey, after all.