Room 210- Sunday morning

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Usually by now Sabine would already have an idea of some mural she'd put up on a wall somewhere, commemorating the island's latest adventure, and might be prepping which supplies she wanted to bring to do it.

She would not be doing that this time.

Being stuck as a weirdly evil plastic toy who'd happily turn people in because she was supposed to was not sitting well with her now, and she was stuck somewhere between wanting a thousand hugs and not wanting to see anyone at all, which mostly left her feeling kind of sick. She had a sketchbook out and was angrily drawing in it, but all the things she kept making appear on the pages weren't things she wanted to deal with, this was supposed to be distracting her.

Maybe she should go to the gym and hit things and hope the rest of the dorms didn't have the same idea.


[Closed door, open post!]

Comments

[white_oleander]

And Astrid laughed a little at that and was almost tempted to forget about how much it might cost, because this really was nice, and she missed this.

But she would also miss foster parents who actually seemed to care, too.

"I'm pretty sure I owe you one at this point," she noted, "but I'm really bad at keeping track. But, yeah, that sounds good. If something exciting happens this week, you'll have to send me pictures, anyway. I really liked the last batch you sent."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"You might get pictures of really boring things, like breakfast, and sunsets."

She hoped, anyway. Please be boring.

[white_oleander]

"Breakfasts and sunsets sound perfect," Astrid assured her.

She could even show those ones off to Claire without it being too awkward, as well!

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I'll work on it," Sabine said. "Take care of yourself, okay?"