Malcom and I return home by 9 in the evening.
And I'm a tired, sluggish, and a sweaty mess.
Hopefully, Darius isn't around just yet.
I aim to meet Rosemary, but I think against it, as she might be asleep.
Better to head over to our...Darius'room.
I take my time heading over, as it would seem my feet decided to drag behind with each step.
I believe it takes me an hour to reach the door which shouldn't have taken me more than a fraction of the time.
It doesn't matter, I just want to take a shower and go to bed right now.
I slide the door open and my heart almost jolts out my mouth when I find Darius laid on the bed, using his phone.
Does he ever read a book?
Wait, forget that. Why is he home? Of all days?
I believe he has already smelt the stink fuming off of me.
We're wolves for crying out loud.
A sensation within me feels to leave, and shower in Rosemary's room.
But, I can't just do that.
