Room 232, Wednesday afternoon

[unddann]

Lola was bored. Bored enough, in fact, to end up calling her mom, just to talk.

"//. . . No, Mom, it's fine, I'm -- I didn't run away, I went to school. . . . No, Mom, I -- No, Mom -- You don't -- you and Papa -- are you drink -- no, of course not -- that's not how it -- will you just -- don't -- Mom . . . Mom. . . . Mom. . . . just --" It wasn't going well. "HALT DIE KLAPPE!!"

Her voice hit a particularly piercing, high note on the last short "e" of the conversation as Lola let her frustration take over. Fortunately, the damage seemed to limit itself to just the glass in her framed picture of her parents shattering.

And, you know, possibly her mother's ear drum.

She hung up and pitched the phone across the room. Great, now she was bored and angry.

[ooc: door and post are open.]

Comments

[wantstodirect]

Tony shrugged. He didn't exactly disagree, but he knew what Henry would say. "Some people find the familiarity comforting."

[unddann]

Lola snorted softly, then covered her mouth. "Are you one of those people?"

She didn't want to insult him.

[wantstodirect]

Tony's mouth twitched. "Do you think I'd be here if I was?"

[unddann]

Lola laughed. "Okay, that's a point."