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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [04/05].
Monday, April 5th, 2021 05:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
howareyanowDid it....did it seem a little warm in here, lateleh? Or mebbe that was just Wayne.
But not in that spring making its way toward summer sorta way, but in that uncomfortable under the skin sorta way that definitely put to mind exactly what you'd es'pect to come to mind to someone who bred dogs as part of his living.
It was definitely a little warm in here, lateleh.
Not that that dissuaded Wayne from still rocking the flannel, though he very noteably seemed to have one extra button undone on his shirt as usual as he tried to distract himself with a few more videos on his daily hockeyfights.com fix before heading down to the common room to get started on breakfast. He was pretty sure, though, that the hockey fights only made it worse.
And then he was left squinting into his pan with each new pancake, because he wasn't sure if they were just all coming out in lewd and inappropriate, Not-Safe-Fer-School shapes, or if that was just all he was seein' in 'em that morning.
Either way, there was breakfast. Let's not talk about how all the pancakes seemed to look like dicks and boobs. Well, and butts. A few of those were definitely looking like butts.
Well. Fuck a du--
--nope. Fuck. Just fuck.
[[ i am so sorry. anyway! open breakfast is open! ]]
But not in that spring making its way toward summer sorta way, but in that uncomfortable under the skin sorta way that definitely put to mind exactly what you'd es'pect to come to mind to someone who bred dogs as part of his living.
It was definitely a little warm in here, lateleh.
Not that that dissuaded Wayne from still rocking the flannel, though he very noteably seemed to have one extra button undone on his shirt as usual as he tried to distract himself with a few more videos on his daily hockeyfights.com fix before heading down to the common room to get started on breakfast. He was pretty sure, though, that the hockey fights only made it worse.
And then he was left squinting into his pan with each new pancake, because he wasn't sure if they were just all coming out in lewd and inappropriate, Not-Safe-Fer-School shapes, or if that was just all he was seein' in 'em that morning.
Either way, there was breakfast. Let's not talk about how all the pancakes seemed to look like dicks and boobs. Well, and butts. A few of those were definitely looking like butts.
Well. Fuck a du--
--nope. Fuck. Just fuck.
[[ i am so sorry. anyway! open breakfast is open! ]]