||[Aug. 14th, 2006|05:30 pm]
The room was never well defined. Jono never really bothered with such detail. There was a chair to sit in, a bed, a table. Whatever else he needed he could just create any way.
Right then, there was a table set with two chairs and candle sticks flickering. Plates were set and a lasanga was waiting for someone, as was a bottle of wine.
Feet up on the bed, as he sat in the large comfy chair, Jono cleaned and sharpened his knives while listening to Bach.