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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [01/20].
Monday, January 20th, 2020 05:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
howareyanowWell, pitter-patter! Looked like they had at least another normal week come and gone and so far things looked good on this one, too, and that was something that Wayne could really appreciate, as he headed down to the common room to get started on breakfast, checking the fridge, seeing everything that should be there present and accounted for, right as rain.
It was these kinds of mornings that put Wayne in a good mood, because he would always be a sucker for thinging running all proper and the way they were exposed to, but, of course, he'd been here long enough to treat it with some sort of trepidation and expectation that something was about to go sideways, and he didn't know how, but he'd reluctantly be ready fer it if it did.
But for now? Breakfast. Like normal. As you do.
Let's get at 'er.
[[ and open breakfast is open, if a bit uninspired! ]]
It was these kinds of mornings that put Wayne in a good mood, because he would always be a sucker for thinging running all proper and the way they were exposed to, but, of course, he'd been here long enough to treat it with some sort of trepidation and expectation that something was about to go sideways, and he didn't know how, but he'd reluctantly be ready fer it if it did.
But for now? Breakfast. Like normal. As you do.
Let's get at 'er.
[[ and open breakfast is open, if a bit uninspired! ]]