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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[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

"The new place is totally better," Mikey said, waving a hand dismissively. "It's got, like, electricity, and Donnie's got cable television all rigged up, you know? Except the television is kinda not doing so cool. Uh." Totally wasn't Mikey's fault. No, really. Except how it totally was. ... Oops. "We're gonna have to show one another all the really cool places to go boarding sometime. Fandom totally needs a skateboard park, you know?"

[the_merriest]

"Do you have someone to fix it?" Rikku asked. "I'm kinda good at taking things apart and putting them back together. They just don't work right when I do. And I have bits left over. So, uh, maybe not me, then."

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

"Aw, Donnie's probably got it all figured out. That's his kinda thing, you know?" Mikey shrugged again. "It's allll good."