by Zeryn » Wed Apr 25, 2012 3:51 am
Zeryn liked his job. Granted, he hadn't had it long, but he had a sense about these things. He could tell he was going to like it, just as he could tell that he would like this place and these people.
However, that wasn't to say that they couldn't piss him right the hell off.
Presently, Zeryn was wishing he could sleep, which he might be able to do when he was much, much more tired, owing to the fact that his stitches in his side hurt like a bitch. Which in turn was owing to the fact that they'd been torn when he'd had to break up two fighting girls in the cafeteria.
So, aching and irritated, Zeryn sat down on the couch in the common room, trying to hold still and trying to will himself to ignore the aches as he watched the news.