Second Floor Common Room - evening

Rory lounged on a couch in the common room, watching The Sampsons and giggling intermittently.

Vladdie, on the other hand, was busy nosing a ball back and forth across the floor, concentrating diligently.

[identity profile] dorky-broots.livejournal.com 2006-02-23 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Denmark. Definetly Denmark. What language do they speak there? Danish?" Broots whimpered. "I"m not panicking. This is normal. Because you see, girls pull their legs off every single day!"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-23 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't make me do that again, Broots." Parker's okay with the babbling. It's not like he makes sense with sub-processors and macros half the time anyway. "It's extreme. And disturbing. But it will stop. Eventually."

And if it doesn't, she'll just move off the island, thanks.

[identity profile] dorky-broots.livejournal.com 2006-02-23 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Canada. They speak English their. And French. But mostly English. I actually know a couple French phrases." Babbling. Babbbling is good. Because when you babble? You don't really think.