fandomhighdorms | The roof, sans emo, Thursday afternoon

Walter sat on the roof, smoking, dangling his bare feet over the edge, and watching students moving to and from classes. His shoes sat next to him, but were currently home to a small family of very small bunnies, who were making his shoes hop. Every time a shoe hopped, the shoe giggled, which made the bunnies giggle, which made emo absolutely impossible.

He had a couple of sandwiches, some fruit, and a thermos full of tea, all of which the bunnies kept trying to snag, so he was eating quickly. He'd put Vyvyan down in the middle of Belthazor's spiky (and therefore manly) roof garden, where his plant was now batting at stray spiky bits that the wind blew its way.

It was really hard to think about WWII, vampires, and going home when the bunnies were doing their thing. So he didn't.

[ooc: Open for your non-emo roof needs. Or emo needs, who am I to dictate? Open to all and sundry.]