5th Floor CR, Saturday Night

[withoutverona]

The broom sweeping the floor around Romeo's feet wasn't so bad; it was silent, and no more distracting from his book than a maid at home would have been. (The fact it seemed to be powering itself was a bit distressing, but less so than talking shoes had been.)

But when a container of Lysol started hovering near his coffee-table-propped-feet, he really needed to jump up and protest. "They do not smell bad!" he informed the air, glaring.

It had been a very strange week.

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[withoutverona]

Romeo had to crack up at that. "You have a dirty mind for someone who needs Professor Stinson's help."

[isourking.livejournal.com]

"I had that before I came to class," Ron sighed. "Though apparently a dirty mind and being cool are separate things."

[withoutverona]

Romeo gave him a well, duh look. "Aye, though a dirty mind makes it easier to see opportunities to be cool. Also, it's much more entertaining than being clean-minded."

[isourking.livejournal.com]

"Well there is that," Ron agreed. "Though it would make feel more like Stinson and I'm not so sure I want that."

[withoutverona]

"Wise of you," Romeo said. "I like him little enough. Dojima's convinced me to see him as a joke, and that makes class go easier."