Mm, that's nice. Though it's a warm, dry planet, the windstorm made it surprisingly cold out. "I could sleep forever," he decides, knowing he should steer Jono toward his bedroom and, specifically, his bed. He's a little reluctant, though, and only pulls away after nuzzling at Jono's neck.
"C'mon," Jackson insists, finding Jono's hand again to tug him toward the doorway on the right side of the room, into a hallway and down to one particular door. His bedroom is small and doesn't actually contain that much by way of entertainment, not like Jono's room and his music. "Damn," he mutters, looking around. "She cleaned." Now he feels especially guilty.
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Date: 2009-10-13 12:14 am (UTC)"C'mon," Jackson insists, finding Jono's hand again to tug him toward the doorway on the right side of the room, into a hallway and down to one particular door. His bedroom is small and doesn't actually contain that much by way of entertainment, not like Jono's room and his music. "Damn," he mutters, looking around. "She cleaned." Now he feels especially guilty.