fifth floor common room. afternoonish.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Sawyer is lounging in the fifth floor common room after Stealth and Deception, he's still got army like paint on his face because he's too lazy to take it off just yet. Sighing, he flips through the channels on the t.v. set. Oddly, the couch still smells of syrup.



[[ Open lyke woah... ]]

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[conathon.livejournal.com]

"Well, I always have room for you. Just don't take all the covers and we'll be a-okay."

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Tempe snickered. "When have I ever taken all of the covers, Mr. StealsAllTheBlanketsAndLeavesHisGirlfriendShivering?"

She kissed him on the lips again before standing up to leave. "I really missed you," she said, her blue eyes meeting his.

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Sawyer chuckled comment about him leaving her shivering, that was never the case. "I missed you too. Hurry back. I'll be in the Attic." Giving her a smug smile.

[fatalvoyage.livejournal.com]

Well, definitely not shivering in coldness, that was for sure.

"I'll come up as soon as the workshop is over, though somehow, I know this is going to be a long one. Save me some dinner, will you?"

[conathon.livejournal.com]

"Will do, darlin'."