Room 418, Friday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Occasionally, (especially when she was left alone with her thoughts too long) Cara got into moods where she just had to do something, anything, be it starting a fight, other, even more fun physical activities, or, as the case was tonight, rearranging every piece of furniture in her room, then moving it all back to their original places, and starting all over again.

She might be at it a while.

[Open, yo]