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Third Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon
Friday, May 1st, 2020 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amitragicUlysses' daily rhythm had gone immediately to shit as soon as classes had ended for the term. He couldn't help it, he was nocturnal by nature and had no control over that! It was honestly a miracle he ever managed to keep to a sane schedule even when classes were actually happening, considering he only ever had like two per week he had to be physically present for.
He would've probably still been fast asleep even now if a FaceTime call from his mother hadn't woken him up. And, seriously, he deserved a fucking medal for how well he'd pretended to not have just woken up.
He thought.
... Look, his mom hadn't outright said anything about it, so he was probably in the clear.
Anyway, since he was all awake and shit, he'd decided to drag himself out to the common room in search of sustenance (still in pj bottoms and an over-sized t-shirt) - and found donuts and non-alcoholic mead laid out on the counter. A veritable mini mountain of the former and several bottles of the latter, with plates and glasses helpfully by their side.
"Oh my God yes."
Who said five donuts and a glass of mead in the afternoon couldn't be breakfast? Definitely not Ulysses, who flopped down onto a couch with a happy sigh to enjoy his most important meal of the day.
[ooc: When have I last posted one of these? NO IDEA. Open, come get some vappu treats!]
He would've probably still been fast asleep even now if a FaceTime call from his mother hadn't woken him up. And, seriously, he deserved a fucking medal for how well he'd pretended to not have just woken up.
He thought.
... Look, his mom hadn't outright said anything about it, so he was probably in the clear.
Anyway, since he was all awake and shit, he'd decided to drag himself out to the common room in search of sustenance (still in pj bottoms and an over-sized t-shirt) - and found donuts and non-alcoholic mead laid out on the counter. A veritable mini mountain of the former and several bottles of the latter, with plates and glasses helpfully by their side.
"Oh my God yes."
Who said five donuts and a glass of mead in the afternoon couldn't be breakfast? Definitely not Ulysses, who flopped down onto a couch with a happy sigh to enjoy his most important meal of the day.
[ooc: When have I last posted one of these? NO IDEA. Open, come get some vappu treats!]