Third floor common room [late afternoon]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

After waking up around 3 (DON'T YOU JUDGE HIM), Cade put on pants (you're welcome), ran his hands through his hair (it was like combing it, okay?) and wandered down to the common room in search of Cocoa Puffs.

He flipped on the television for background noise and stopped and stared at the woman with a glowing skirt as she sang in some language he didn't recognize.

"What the kark is this?" he muttered to no one, pouring milk into the box of cereal and digging in with a spoon.

It was Eurovision, Cade.

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[whenshewasnice]

"Personally, I'm trying to ignore everything else."

Because it was terrible.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"At least it's short?"

The dress and the song.

[whenshewasnice]

"Mm hmm." Don't glare at the TV, Natalie. Even mildly. "Good. Neither thing is inspiring me too much."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"Well, she's done now," Cade offered. "Can only go up from here."

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm not so sure about that," Natalie drawled. She'd been pretty quick to lose faith. "But maybe it'll be amusing anyway."

She could use the brain rot.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

And out came Russia.

"Wow. That's one karking ugly dress."

[whenshewasnice]

"It is," Natalie agreed after a pause. It really was fine to be judgey right now. "Not very glamorous, either."