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He did hear César hollering after him-but the door had already been shut-and he didn’t feel like opening it. Seriously, who would take advice from someone named Loulou de la Falaise? As he traveled down the hallways, he found it a bit easier to walk-he was limping less. His room was a short distance from César’s-and the door had been left unlocked. His bedroom was a complete mess-even though it had only been a day-and-a-half. It almost had the atmosphere of a cave-despite being a bedroom-it was sort of warm and cosy-it almost felt like the walls were caving in with how much stuff was everywhere. Tapestries and posters covered the walls, some even hung from the ceiling. Fairy lights and real vines had been strung from the ceiling as well. Jars with bugs inside them sat on the crowded desk, and the room smelled a bit musky-but not bad. All sorts of interesting and magical contraptions had been scattered about the floor, and various items of clothing were as well. Jakob had to watch his steps as he laid down on his back, next to the bed. Perhaps he had left so abruptly because he didn’t want César to see his room. It really did reflect how much he missed Neverland as well as his father. A vulnerable, weak spot. He wiggled under the bed, shrugging off the thought. After a few minutes of messing up his room more, he found his uniform set-he only had one. It was sorta wrinkled, which César would definitely complain about, but he had no idea where the iron was.
Gathering it in his arms, Jakob moved aside the dark, dusty curtain that was hiding the window. He stepped onto the ledge-almost slipping, he was not very careful. He began to float, latching it behind him. Now which room was César’s again…? One hundred and eighty…eight? Hovering next to a window into the dorm he counted to be César’s, he began to rap on the window with his finger, softly at first, but increasing in volume rapidly.
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