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fandomhighdorms2013-05-18 08:27 pm
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Third floor common room [late afternoon]
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.
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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