[ Sleeping chambers. Yeah, right. For a while Jimmy just huffs around the room—it looks more like a museum than a bedroom—spitefully plumping pillows and piling up blankets, knowing full well he's not getting a wink of sleep with Room 237 lurking down the hall.
He's doing a pretty good job of not stealing too many glances at this studious-looking woman and her serious-looking face tatts. Such a good job that he nearly jumps when she finally says something. ]
You don't even know me. [ He turns to protest automatically, arms heaped with blankets—but it's more tired than anything. ]
sleeping chambers
He's doing a pretty good job of not stealing too many glances at this studious-looking woman and her serious-looking face tatts. Such a good job that he nearly jumps when she finally says something. ]
You don't even know me. [ He turns to protest automatically, arms heaped with blankets—but it's more tired than anything. ]