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fandomhighdorms2015-12-12 03:00 pm
rebelseekspizza) wrote in fandomhighdorms2015-12-12 03:00 pm
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3rd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning
So for some reason, Dante had woken up looking like a reindeer. Well, a guy in a reindeer snuggie. Point was, it was stupid and not hot, plus he'd run out of terrible 'horny' puns just about an hour into waking up. And now he needed something to do.
He wandered into the common room sometime close to noon and started poking around for food. Wasn't hard, as it turned out. Actually, it was easy to a stupid fucking degree: the last two weeks of stupidity meant that by the time he was done, most surfaces in the common room were covered in bottles of Coca Cola, cups of eggnog, cups of peppermint mocha, and a ton of latkes, cookies, and marzipan.
"Might not be a real breakfast," Dante mused, "but hey, never look a gift reindeer in the mouth, right?"
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He wandered into the common room sometime close to noon and started poking around for food. Wasn't hard, as it turned out. Actually, it was easy to a stupid fucking degree: the last two weeks of stupidity meant that by the time he was done, most surfaces in the common room were covered in bottles of Coca Cola, cups of eggnog, cups of peppermint mocha, and a ton of latkes, cookies, and marzipan.
"Might not be a real breakfast," Dante mused, "but hey, never look a gift reindeer in the mouth, right?"
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