4th floor common room: Sunday Morning

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair had gone to eat a sandwich from the fridge and almost bit into mold. So he decided that it was time for the fridge to be cleaned out and the food tested for edibility. Figuring that breakfast was something that everyone enjoyed, he started cooking. He did find some eggs but the rest of breakfast was a weird mix of leftover pizza, sandwiches, old Chinese food, garlic bread and pudding pops.

Bouncing as he worked, Blair whistled happily and munched from a container of take-out chicken.

[ooc: open! Leftover food is totally moddable! And now in the right place!]

Comments

[apocalypticson.livejournal.com]

"Well, some of it's good, like your fighting. And he says some mean things about you, too. Something about wanting to kick your ass but wanting to have you around in a fight. He gets mad when he's drunk. And sad."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"When he's drunk?" Setsuna asked, frowning. "Does that happen often?"

[apocalypticson.livejournal.com]

"NOt really. Just on special days. Anniversaries. He'll grab a bottle and go off alone."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Setsuna still frowned, although it was encouraging to know that he hadn't turned out to be a complete alcoholic. "Maybe you should go find your father..."

[apocalypticson.livejournal.com]

"I've been trying to! Can't find him!"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Room 413. If not there, try the salle or the gunrange downstairs, although I doubt he'd be up this early. Not there? Sparky's in town. or you could try the church." The last part was said with particular disdain. Crazy nun. She still felt John should not be getting involved with that woman...

"There. Whole list of places to check out. Go."

[apocalypticson.livejournal.com]

"Okay. Will do. After pancakes," he grinned. "An' I'll tell him I met a real live werechicken! Two of 'em!"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"WE ARE NOT WERECHICKEN!"

[apocalypticson.livejournal.com]

"SO TOTALLY ARE!"