Entry tags:

The Dorm Roof, Friday Night

It was that time again.

Yes, time for pacing, smoking, and thinking. No, really, thinking and not brooding. For real.

If Anders were brooding he'd be taking care to stay away from the corner of the roof where Bel's garden was. As it was, this was non-emo, hopefully productive thinking -- so he felt justified in gazing thoughtfully at the garden as he puffed away.

[OOC: Expecting [livejournal.com profile] nadiathesaint, but open in a rooflike manner.]

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting