Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/20].

[howareyanow]

Waking up that morning had Wayne feeling all sorts of skeptical and suspicious, because they'd just had two weeks in a row that weren't normal, and so the fact that things were sudden normal again didn't feel all that normal at all, especially since it was summer, and he was here for last summer, where something not normal every week was what became normal.

...but if it really were normal, he'd happily take it, and he was just going to squeeze as much normal into the morning as he could by sticking to the classics, nothing fancy, just the usual pancakes and eggs and sausage and fruit and international selections of bacon on the menu today.

But maybe, just maybe, things weren't exactly quite as normal as they seemed, though you'd have to look pretty close to realize that, as he was cooking, Wayne's head was bopping up and down a little bit. The music all over the island may have stopped, but that didn't mean the music in Wayne's head had.

Because he still was far from being over a fuckin' guitar-playing dog.

Fuck!

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