The Roof; Saturday Afternoon

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

There were several ways to indicate fall was upon you. Changing leaves, of course, would be the obvious one. You could look at a calendar, which was just a boring way to do it. Or you could check to see if Chuck Bass was wearing his trademark scarf. Which he was. It truly was the greatest time of the year.

Yep, scarf around his neck and a joint in one hand, Chuck was laid back in a chair reading Les Liaisons dangereuses for about the tenth time. It was the only way he could keep his French in check without, you know, actually going to France.

[Look, it was nippy when I went to go get the mail earlier. I declare it fall. Post is open, of course]

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[vanillajello]

"I don't know, I just heard about them," she replied, shrugging. "A bunch of us were in our common room on Thursday, and we had all lost something, and Leto had actually seen little blue men taking his shirts. So yeah. Little blue men."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Guess I got lucky," he said, blinking. "Huh. Maybe they and the gremlins will start a little people war."

[vanillajello]

"I don't care what they do as long as they stay the hell away from my stuff," she sighed. "And especially my breakfast."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Never knew you had such a crush on pudding, Kate," he joked. "Even tapioca?"