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fandomhighdorms2007-01-25 09:45 am
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2nd Floor common room - Thursday Afternoon
If Balthier saw another pie, he swore that he was going to shoot something: preferably the pie. Sadly though, this was not possible. A because his gun was currently gunked up from the said pies, and the cleaning supplies would not be in for another week and B. Guns were not allowed on campus.
The pirate had at least thankfully escaped the living toys debacle yesterday; the worst that had happened was his Chocobo keychain wouldn’t stop wharking at him, and even that had been adorable.
He settled himself down on the couch and flipped through the channels before settling on a show called Hours of our Existence. It was dramatic, badly acted, and with storylines so outrageous that Balthier found himself laughing at every turn.
"I can't believe they're being serious."
[OOC: I don't know if there is a meta for Days of our Lives, but there it is. XD;]
The pirate had at least thankfully escaped the living toys debacle yesterday; the worst that had happened was his Chocobo keychain wouldn’t stop wharking at him, and even that had been adorable.
He settled himself down on the couch and flipped through the channels before settling on a show called Hours of our Existence. It was dramatic, badly acted, and with storylines so outrageous that Balthier found himself laughing at every turn.
"I can't believe they're being serious."
[OOC: I don't know if there is a meta for Days of our Lives, but there it is. XD;]