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fandomhighdorms2015-12-31 07:47 pm
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Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday evening
Frank was wearing a suit, a top hat, and was drinking champagne from a flute. He looked for all the world like he was prepared to celebrate the new year in an exuberant manner. In truth, he had no idea what day it was. He hadn't even glanced at a calendar in over a month.
He flipped through the channels on the TV looking for anything that wasn't some sort of concert out in the cold in New York or a marathon of a show he would not watch under normal circumstances. He glared at the TV with some degree of annoyance as he settled in for Automobiles 2 in Spanish. Thanks but NO THANKS, Telemundo.
[OOC: I've got two thumbs and a quiet NYE, so here's a post. THIS GUY! Wait I did that wrong.]
He flipped through the channels on the TV looking for anything that wasn't some sort of concert out in the cold in New York or a marathon of a show he would not watch under normal circumstances. He glared at the TV with some degree of annoyance as he settled in for Automobiles 2 in Spanish. Thanks but NO THANKS, Telemundo.
[OOC: I've got two thumbs and a quiet NYE, so here's a post. THIS GUY! Wait I did that wrong.]