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fandomhighdorms2013-04-15 05:14 pm
suitably_heroic) wrote in fandomhighdorms2013-04-15 05:14 pm
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The Dorm Roof, Monday Morning
Classes? Atton wasn't bothering with classes.
He was restless, he was tired, he was angry, he was mellow, he was about a dozen things at once and hadn't he skipped through this phase back when he was fifteen? He had no idea. He didn't want to think about it. Or drink about it, because now that he wasn't stuck in an underground dungeon it became a lot harder to pretend alcohol solved anything.
So Atton needed a different solution, and this was it: laying spread-eagled on the dorm rooftop staring up at the sky being kind of glad it was there. Being kind of pissed off he wasn't up there himself. Trying not to think about anything that didn't boil down to 'I hope some bird doesn't dump droppings on me'.
It seemed to be working. But don't ask him which part.
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He was restless, he was tired, he was angry, he was mellow, he was about a dozen things at once and hadn't he skipped through this phase back when he was fifteen? He had no idea. He didn't want to think about it. Or drink about it, because now that he wasn't stuck in an underground dungeon it became a lot harder to pretend alcohol solved anything.
So Atton needed a different solution, and this was it: laying spread-eagled on the dorm rooftop staring up at the sky being kind of glad it was there. Being kind of pissed off he wasn't up there himself. Trying not to think about anything that didn't boil down to 'I hope some bird doesn't dump droppings on me'.
It seemed to be working. But don't ask him which part.
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