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fandomhighdorms2007-04-15 09:53 pm
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4th floor common room, Late Sunday night
Blair stomped down the hall from his room, carrying Tributary and shaking popcorn from his hair. "I'm so sorry, Trib. She's just a very strange lady."
Tributary just shrugged sleepily and nodded. "Mommy said that you had a crush on her once. Said you must have a thing for girls who can beat you up."
"Shhhh." Blair said, lying on the couch and settling Tributary next to him. "Let's not talk about that where the radio squirrels can hear us."
[Follows this post, for a certain kidlet, but open like common rooms are]
Tributary just shrugged sleepily and nodded. "Mommy said that you had a crush on her once. Said you must have a thing for girls who can beat you up."
"Shhhh." Blair said, lying on the couch and settling Tributary next to him. "Let's not talk about that where the radio squirrels can hear us."
[Follows this post, for a certain kidlet, but open like common rooms are]