#fearjonathan-crane

Well, he was certainly a moody young thing, wasn't he? Not that raven could say she's been entirely cool and collected either, but still. She didn't caps lock yell at people via text. Hmph.

She made no point of knocking this time, letting herself in after a pleasantly short session of fiddling with the lock. 

"Security is a little lax, might want to invest in a nicer one if you're keeping anything in here anyone would want to steal." She said by way of greeting, shutting the door behind her and leaning against the corner of his bed, paying no mind to any sort of boundaries he may have put up in his head. When you've cuddled someone, a barrier is broken, and that's just how it was.

To Scarecrow: Well, if my digging around proved correct, this should be your number, Jonathan?

How lucky it'd been the package under her good arm had been in her car and not her room. Karma owed Jonathan too, perhaps, and Raven wasn't going to be deterred. Left without a hand to use, she settled for giving his door three kicks.

Raven had no idea what time 'morning' specified, but the sun was up, and it felt too damn early to be conscious, so she assumed this is what Jonathan had meant. It was at least pleasant to look around the Psych rooms as she passed -- not having the course herself meant a shortage of opportunities to take peeks. Fascinating topic, nothing she'd earned any degrees in, but then again, a degree was just a paper to get a job, and she tended to dislike paper trails, and her line of work was blissfully resume-less.