Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

John was lounging on the sofa in the common room, bowl of popcorn on his lap, watching the Good Eats Breakfast Week marathon.  He had nothing better going on and Alton Brown made cooking absolutely fascinating.  "Ooh! So that's how the donut gets its hole..." he muttered, eyes transfixed by the screen.

The only problem with this activity was that it was making John hungry for breakfast foods.

[ooc: OPEN! zomg so bored at work!]

Re: NFB please

[identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com 2007-06-13 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Fortunately for John, Annette was not a lingering blabber-er. With a few sniffles and the wiping of her cheeks, she peeked up at him and whispered, "Sorry."

Re: NFB please

[identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com 2007-06-13 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not...but I appreciate you saying so anyway." She pressed her cheek back to his chest and hugged him again, still not hard. Hugs were nice, hugs made people feel better.

Re: NFB please

[identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com 2007-06-13 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
She pulled back slightly and looked up at him, curious, then she started grinning. And that was all it took. She started laughing and she started laughing hard. "You...are...crazy! But I love you for it, John!"

Re: NFB please

[identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com 2007-06-13 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yeah! Whatcha going to do about it?"

Re: NFB please

[identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com 2007-06-13 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Annette giggled like mad which made her hurt feelings diminish greatly. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Johhhhhhn!"