Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [04/19].

[howareyanow]

Mebbe it was jus' because he knew there weren't many of these Monday morning breakfasts left; mebbe it was because he knew that this place had gone and made him quite a bit paranoid about this sort of thing, but....when Wayne got down to the common room to get started on his weekly feedings and the most important meal of the day and everything was pretty normal and straightforward and how it should be for yet another week, he couldn't help feeling...suspicious. Like the other foot was about to drop. Or that all this quiet was likeleh trying to build up into something truly, spectacularly full of tomfuckery that there was no way he could even prepare for it.

So he spent a good deal of his prep and cooking trying to find even the smallest little thing even slightly off, as if spotting something like that would mean that he wasn't in for a doozy of a day when all this normal gave up and gave him one last hurrah.

But, no. No, everything seemed ship-shape and pretty normal.

Fer now...and hopefully fer the rest of his time here, but he wasn't getting his hopes up any time soon!

[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]