[Second Floor CR, Thursday Late Morning]
Thursday, March 8th, 2007 01:02 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Krycek had woken up with breasts. That, according to all the varied shrieks and high-pitched yelling he'd been hearing all morning, was apparently par for the course today.
After a morning of figuring out what exactly lay where, Krycek had found an older shirt of Jake's that had been jammed in a corner of the closet and fit reasonably well and belted a pair of jeans as tightly as possible around his waist, then walked barefoot out to the CR to make some waffles. Rummaging in the fridge gave him a wide array of toppings to put out for whomever wanted to join in.
For some reason, Krycek wanted chocolate syrup on his. Fandom was really really weird today.
[ooc: up for a few hours, so who wants waffles?]
After a morning of figuring out what exactly lay where, Krycek had found an older shirt of Jake's that had been jammed in a corner of the closet and fit reasonably well and belted a pair of jeans as tightly as possible around his waist, then walked barefoot out to the CR to make some waffles. Rummaging in the fridge gave him a wide array of toppings to put out for whomever wanted to join in.
For some reason, Krycek wanted chocolate syrup on his. Fandom was really really weird today.
[ooc: up for a few hours, so who wants waffles?]