Third floor common room, late Wednesday night

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Zayne was stranding himself out of his dorm room. Force only knew what - if anything - Claudia would wear to sleep tonight and that would just be awkward. Way too awkward to get any sleep.

So he eventually made his way to the common room and laid down on the couch. He could get some sleep here. And he was a light enough sleeper. He'd hear if anyone was coming and then he could pretend that he was watching TV and not just avoiding his cute roommate. Not his cute roommate. Just his roommate. Ahem.

Zayne pulled his outer robe off and balled it up to use as a pillow, and then he let himself drift off to sleep in the common room. What could go wrong?

[OOC: Zayne's asleep, but the common room is open! And he's a heavier sleeper than he thinks he is. So, if you're inclined to walk in and draw on his face or something, please, feel free. Just don't break any laws.]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah's impulse control, it's already been proven, was gone for the night. The last bit of sense she had was spent on not tickling, poking, kissing, or waking up poor Zayne. Who she still hadn't apologized to for thinking he was a cultist.

Therefore when the idea occurred, it had to be done.

Written on each cheek, the arrows pointing to his mouth, in nice red Sharpie.

And then she went back to her room, humming her way back to Room 312.

[gudspellr-claud.livejournal.com]

Awww, he was so cute! Claudia saw him, then padded back to their room and brought out a brilliantly pink and girly blanket to wrap around him.

She she drew some flowers on his cheek because he needed flowers on his cheek, okay?