vkandis-son.livejournal.comNot wanting to wake Aravis if she was asleep, Karal had crept out of their room, bringing two books and his ridiculously thick (especially when you consider they were written in the Karsite version of shorthand) pile of notes with him to the common room.
There was a pot of coffee brewed, and Karal was sitting on one end of the couch, cup of coffee to hand, with the television playing quietly in the background. It had been on when he arrived, and he wasn't entirely sure how to turn it off. He occasionally glanced at it, blinking in amazement at some bit of apparent idiocy, before diving back into his notes.
Altra was sitting on top of the TV, tail hanging in front of the screen, watching Karal.
[ooc: the common room, she is open.]