ext_175993 ([identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-04-18 11:00 am

3rd Floor Common Room - Late Saturday Morning

Chuck...didn't cook breakfast. Or couldn't, rather. He could make cereal, yes, and he was fairly sure toast was within his capabilities but anything involving a the stove or a microwave for an extended period of time was out of the question. The stove because he'd most likely catch whatever he was attempting to make on fire. The microwave because, ew, who the hell ate stuff that came out of a microwave? It was disgusting.

Oh, save for popcorn. And bagel bites.

He wasn't much in the mood for cereal this morning so he was sitting on the kitchen counter, peeling an orange (yes, he could do that without messing up) and watching the TV from afar, hoping he could push someone into cooking for him. He'd like pancakes, thank you. Preferably ones with chocolate chips in them.

[Common room is open, of course]

[identity profile] mauledbyabear.livejournal.com 2009-04-18 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, friendliest guy I know," Emmett said with a roll of his eyes. "He doesn't know he needs it. I'm trying to help him out."

[identity profile] mauledbyabear.livejournal.com 2009-04-18 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because he's Ears and practically lives to fall for that kind of stuff," Emmett said. God bless him and his naivety. "And I figure if you give it to him instead of me he'd be more likely to watch."

[identity profile] mauledbyabear.livejournal.com 2009-04-18 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because I like fucking with him?" Emmett tried.

[identity profile] mauledbyabear.livejournal.com 2009-04-18 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pleasure doing business with you, Bass," Emmett said, holding out his hand.