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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [11/09].
Monday, November 9th, 2020 04:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
howareyanowThe last few Monday Morning Breakfasts had been a little quiet...some of them considerably so...but did that mean that Wayne was going to cool it on the tradition and back off a little or maybe take a week off or something?
Hard no!
He'd been doing this for well over a year now, and he had no intention of stopping it any time soon, even if he wound up being the only one who cared, because it was tradition, and you don't fuck with tradition!
Besides, all the leftovers seemed to still manage to get consumed and enjoyed in a timely fashion, though he didn't exactly know who was eating them or even when, and he s'posed Fosse could be cleaning it all out after a couple of days, but there were still things in that fridge that he was pretty sure had been there longer than he'd even been doing breakfast, so that seemed doubtful.
He was pretty sure one of those things might have been growing eyes.
He wasn't going to be the one to check, though.
[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]
Hard no!
He'd been doing this for well over a year now, and he had no intention of stopping it any time soon, even if he wound up being the only one who cared, because it was tradition, and you don't fuck with tradition!
Besides, all the leftovers seemed to still manage to get consumed and enjoyed in a timely fashion, though he didn't exactly know who was eating them or even when, and he s'posed Fosse could be cleaning it all out after a couple of days, but there were still things in that fridge that he was pretty sure had been there longer than he'd even been doing breakfast, so that seemed doubtful.
He was pretty sure one of those things might have been growing eyes.
He wasn't going to be the one to check, though.
[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]