Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce had no interest in dealing with the television today. It was going to just show something that some people would think he'd find embarrassing, he wouldn't be embarrassed (or even annoyed), and that would be it. But there was enough embarrassment and annoyance going around the dorms today, it seemed, so Bruce was going to try to tackle that in some small way: with cake.

Sure, he didn't usually eat much junk food, but he figured that a day when someone changed genders might not be so bad if it was changed to the day when someone changed genders and also had cake. In the meantime, he was just going to read a book about chess strategies while having a piece of cake himself.

[OOC: Open CR, open cake. Whatever that means, I don't know.]

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[walkswithcoyote]

"Yeah." She sighed, which ended up coming out more as a grunt. "Better invest in a few pieces of men's clothing then."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It certainly couldn't hurt," Bruce said. "At the very least, it would have to be more comfortable."

[walkswithcoyote]

"You mean more comfortable than capri pajama bottoms and a t-shirt suitable for a wet t-shirt contest?" she asked with a touch of her regular spirit. "I think just maybe."