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saltandammo.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2007-01-14 12:32 pm
Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning
Dean was in the kitchen making breakfast for whoever happened by as he occasionally was wont to do. Hunter was with him, stalking across the back of the sofa and sniffing curiously inbetween the cushions. The tv, thankfully had been dispossessed of whatever weirdness that had had it playing pirate porn the night before and Dean had it tuned to nothing more provocative than some music videos.
All in all it was a fairly cheerful morning.
[OOC: free breakfast for any who wants it.]
All in all it was a fairly cheerful morning.
[OOC: free breakfast for any who wants it.]

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Luke had only been allowed inside one, oh, twice, but he was pretending to have vast experience in such matters.
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Not that he was going to share that.
"This planet has white milk," he said instead. "Totally bizarre."
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"Artoo, stop it," Luke said sharply.
"Not everyone is from your world," he said mildly. "Making fun of their traditions is a good way to get yourself hurt with people who aren't as easy-going as I am."
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