The roof - Monday afternoon - 2/2

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Liir had thought to go to the common room after classes, but he'd changed his mind when he remembered who else lived on his floor. He didn't really have a problem, per se, with Arthur, but he didn't want to taunt him or anything. He was foolhardy under pressure from pure stubborness, not as a rule.

There was, of course, his room but that held a puppy and while he could have put her in her crate and asked her to stay there, he felt terrible at the idea of doing that while he was right there. And he had no doubt that the puppy would give him doleful puppy eyes the whole time, distract him, and for all he knew, he'd end up with blue diamond oranges burying him alive in there.

It would be just his luck.

As such, he'd come to the roof, tucked up against the cold and the wind, and with him he'd brought a rope. It was all well and good to work on the particulars, but he wanted to make sure that theory held up to practice. So he brought up with him a rope, which he tied into a knot before sitting down and, for all appearances, staring at it.

Riveting. Really.

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