[ Ravyn nearly trips when he tries to get out of bed, and John could probably hear a soft curse over the phone.
Right. Take your time. That's what John said. So he carefully stands and walks over to his clothes rack. It's dark without the lights on, but the moon light filtering in from the window is enough for him to see. He reaches out to grab one of the first thing he see. ]
A jacket. One of my old favourite, I think. Yeah, it is.
[ He takes in another deep breath. ]
Tweed jacket. Light green, if my memory serves me right.
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Right. Take your time. That's what John said. So he carefully stands and walks over to his clothes rack. It's dark without the lights on, but the moon light filtering in from the window is enough for him to see. He reaches out to grab one of the first thing he see. ]
A jacket. One of my old favourite, I think. Yeah, it is.
[ He takes in another deep breath. ]
Tweed jacket. Light green, if my memory serves me right.