08-30-2010, 03:26 PM
Refilwe almost wanted to chuckle. No, that would require a smile so he instead settled for being amused. He caught a Jared's thought. It did not bother him at all to have someone stare at him but if someone thought at him that was another story. Like he was he could pick up the thoughts of the people around him and filter those he wanted with those didn't. It didn't work in a crowded room for sure because it had the same listening effect as if trying to use your ears to listen in a crowded room.
Mentally he shook his head. Concentration would be impossible it seemed. If his mothers randomized thoughts weren't enough he was picking up on music as well. He could potentially block out her thoughts but he always felt the need to watch out for her. She could pretty much handle herself but it didn't stop him from worrying about her at all. Slowly pulling his mind back from the building he uncrossed his legs and stood up.
If he was going to organize his stuff he might as well do it now. Grabbing one of his smaller, but still large bags, he heads over to the closet. Luckily he was so used to travel packing because of his mother he had gotten fold up tiered hangers to put his clothes on and a small ironing board. Refilwe liked to be dressed to the nines but only if it was practical. He had at least two three piece suits in his suit case hanging on on tiered hanger. they were in their plastic duster jackets. He put those up first and off to the side. Then he took his button ups and put them in, after that his slacks and then finally he got down to jeans and t-shirts. There were a lot of them but they took up minimal space thanks to the hangers.
"My word mother you would think I wasn't ever coming home." He mutters. The t-shirts he hung but the jeans he folded into the drawers on his side of the room. Well there were all his clothes, the shoes would be next and then his personal affects into the bathroom. That didn't really take long at all as he checked them off his mental list.
He was down to the one duffel bag he had actually packed. That he just shoved under the bed along with the empty luggage bags. He could open that later. Sighing he fell into the now mussed bed.
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