Not lost. Definitely not lost.

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Carrying a textbook and a large yellow lined notepad, Roy is (somewhat grumpily) wandering the various floors of the dormitories, looking for the commonroom, or nearest equivalent.

Despite being a fairly bright boy, he does not stop and simply knock on someone's door for directions. Because bright or otherwise, he's still male. And 99.08% of men/boys/guys do not stop and ask for directions. Ever. (like gravity and bad cafeteria food, this is a truism that spans universes.) The very idea is preposterous and insulting.

EDIT: [Now in the 3rd floor common room]

Comments

Re: No problem

[alchemy-4-arson.livejournal.com]

Roy is staring at the bouncing, Jazzercising women, leotards and all. "Yes," he agrees without really paying attention. "It's completely pathetic. Very silly looking." He's still staring, but blushing a little.


((OOC:
What do you say we call it a night? Sorry I've been so late in replying to the comments. Keep having to go without my computer for RL stuff. It's been fun though! And Roy always needs more friends.))

Re: No problem

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Not a problem. I would have let it go earlier, but the fact you'd been in detention tied in well with my relationship plot, so I used it. We could hang out in study hall sometime.]