Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[thewrathofkaan]

After the picnic on Saturday and a rather eventful night in Baltimore last night (it was so good to be back next to a real city again), Roscoe needed to veg out today.

Obviously that meant pop music, a milkshake from Mooby Land, and painting his nails in the common room. Why, what did a hangover mean for you?

He had a whole wicker basket full of different nail polish colors, because he was expecting that people might come in and join him and he was more than willing to share. His nails were getting painted a sparkly pink color, and he was starting with his right hand because things could only improve once he got around to the left.