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slytherus · 05-18-2012, 02:30 PM

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Originally Posted by Deniiz

João threw his bag somewhere and then threw himself on the bed face-down, lying there without moving for a few minutes. For someone looking from a certain angle, it might as well seem like he couldn't breathe with all those pillows blocking his mouth. Truth was, he really didn't breathe. Because he knew that if he did, he would break into tears and that just... wasn't cool with all these people.

Why didn't hey just go somewhere else?

After a long, tiring day, the usually happy Xing doesn't seem so happy anymore. He looks like he could fall asleep right where he is standing right now. With his hair doesn't look like it was styled this morning, the fourth year drags his feet towards his bed, slings his bag on the bed frame before throwing his back on the bed. He turns his head sideways, looking at someone who seems to have been burying his face into his pillow for a long time. Xing rises and walks towards the boy and pokes him. "Are you okay?"

05-18-2012, 02:30 PM	#18 (permalink)
slytherus Formerly: Hayden DH Ficlet Rookie Nogtail Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Studio. [GMT+8] Posts: 4,725 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nero Perseus Ballarat First Year	☆ Always Potterhead ☆ SSRPG Addict ☆ Coffee Addict ☆ Quote: Originally Posted by Deniiz João threw his bag somewhere and then threw himself on the bed face-down, lying there without moving for a few minutes. For someone looking from a certain angle, it might as well seem like he couldn't breathe with all those pillows blocking his mouth. Truth was, he really didn't breathe. Because he knew that if he did, he would break into tears and that just... wasn't cool with all these people. Why didn't hey just go somewhere else? After a long, tiring day, the usually happy Xing doesn't seem so happy anymore. He looks like he could fall asleep right where he is standing right now. With his hair doesn't look like it was styled this morning, the fourth year drags his feet towards his bed, slings his bag on the bed frame before throwing his back on the bed. He turns his head sideways, looking at someone who seems to have been burying his face into his pillow for a long time. Xing rises and walks towards the boy and pokes him. "Are you okay?"