http://flashesforinfo.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] flashesforinfo.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-03-22 03:20 pm

4th Floor Common Room [Sunday, Late Morning]

Angela's plans for today consisted of a whole lot of nothing.

She actually had absolutely no problem with that, and was kicking back, making the most of her free time stretched out on a couch with a large mug of coffee, a sort-of breakfast of microwave popcorn (which she had not burnt, and smelt amazing, thank you) and a book. At least it wasn't trash about hot men in spandex this time. Call it personal growth.

Weekends were really just made for this sort of thing.

[[open common room is open!]]

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"How are you even awake?" Hannibal asked from where he was leaning in the door way and rubbing his eyes. There were still pajama pants but he'd managed a t-shirt, at least. "You should still be in bed."

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Midday is early," he argued, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "The only people who get up before noon are old people, insomniacs, insane people and you."

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't have to stop reading," he said, wandering in and rubbing his eyes again. "I promise I won't make much noise."

The liar.

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"You make it a point to get out of bed, get dressed and you eat popcorn?" he asked, sitting where her feet had been and then gesturing them back up towards him. "You're kind of weird."

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"You got out of a warm bed to eat a buttery food," he said, settling a hand on her legs. "You are so not Miss Health Food. No more making fun of me."

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
He took a handful and shook his head. "And you talk about my weird logic. And this is probably better than a diet of art supplies. Having a good morning, then?"

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Which is why you should still be there," he said mock sternly. "But no, no bad there. You could've gotten me up, you know. I wouldn't have been grumpy."

Well.

"That grumpy."

Better.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooooh, popcorn? Jack followed his nose. "Hey, Angela."

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure!" he said. "I'm always good for food. How's your Sunday?"

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lazy as well," he replied, helping himself to some coffee. "Thanks. Just...feels like a good day."

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll drink to that," he said, saluting her with his mug. "Hope everything stays peaceful like this for a while." He shrugged. It wouldn't last.


[Leaving for work! and massive SP]

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"What do you mean?" he asked.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2009-03-23 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
He laughed, too. "I take it that bored equals dangerous?"