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2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning
Saturday, June 9th, 2012 11:07 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
nomelancholy.livejournal.comAs was his habit, Ulrik had risen fairly early, weekend or no. He'd gone to the common room in hopes that someone might already be there preparing breakfast... to no avail.
For what was definitely not the first time since arriving in Fandom, he really, sincerely wished that Caroline or even Baldur were here. They'd know how to go about preparing breakfast.
For now, he was just going to stand in the kitchenette with a mildly perturbed expression on his face, as if he could wish some biscuits into existence by sheer force of will.
It... wasn't working, so far, no.
[ooc: ... I thought I had to work today. Turns out no. SO, I POST.
For what was definitely not the first time since arriving in Fandom, he really, sincerely wished that Caroline or even Baldur were here. They'd know how to go about preparing breakfast.
For now, he was just going to stand in the kitchenette with a mildly perturbed expression on his face, as if he could wish some biscuits into existence by sheer force of will.
It... wasn't working, so far, no.
[ooc: ... I thought I had to work today. Turns out no. SO, I POST.