Jericho spends a portion of the time scritching and scratching away at a page in his sketchbook: a bit of a chair, some attempt at a stack of books in his line of sight...even a loose, lumpy circle that was going to be the beanbag, but given up pretty quickly.
sigh.
soon his head's against the page, hand half-dangling over the edge as he drops out to sleep.
his pencil slips out of his fingers, bounces, and rolls toward the beanbag.]
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Jericho spends a portion of the time scritching and scratching away at a page in his sketchbook: a bit of a chair, some attempt at a stack of books in his line of sight...even a loose, lumpy circle that was going to be the beanbag, but given up pretty quickly.
sigh.
soon his head's against the page, hand half-dangling over the edge as he drops out to sleep.
his pencil slips out of his fingers, bounces, and rolls toward the beanbag.]