seeks_truth: (cass pb: oh now what)
seeks_truth ([personal profile] seeks_truth) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2016-01-05 01:27 pm

Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

Cassandra clomped into the common room still wearing her full armor: she had just done her rounds of the island, and then engaged in some sparring at the salle. Soon, she would retreat to her room to take off the armor and perhaps begin taking her daily notes, but for the moment, she felt she had earned a moment to sit.

And so it was that a heavily armored butt hit the sofa. She sighed, took off her helmet, and pulled her ponytail free from where it had been wedged against the lower plates.

She set the helmet down on the table. Then she glanced furtively into the hallway, ensuring no one was there before she produced a thin volume from somewhere between the plates. There were hearts on the cover. And swooning.

Shh. She didn't want Gwen to make fun of her again.

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[identity profile] buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com 2016-01-05 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yep! With a real pit inside!" Dipper said rattling the can so you could hear the pit inside. "Normally not my normal breakfast drink. But I've been up late for the last couple of weeks watching the most recent Space Battles movie."

[identity profile] ungue.livejournal.com 2016-01-05 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
That was hardly encouraging, but okay. "Oh, okay." She hoped he had more healthy breakfasts, because seriously.

"Try not to overexert yourself. It might carry health issues later."

[identity profile] buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com 2016-01-05 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Umm, okay," Dipper said giving the girl a strange look as he rummaged around and found a box of pop tarts. "Like how much later?"

[identity profile] ungue.livejournal.com 2016-01-05 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"A couple of years, depending on your sugar intake." Yeah, she wasn't going to sugarcoat that one.

[identity profile] buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com 2016-01-05 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Dipper thought about that for a few seconds and also pondered Grunkle Stan's eating habits. He seemed to be doing okay.

And he was ancient.

"Fair warning," Dipper said taking a bite of the pop tart. "Are you diabetic or something?"

[identity profile] ungue.livejournal.com 2016-01-05 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just", Laura added, much despite her efforts to keep silent. "Eat something healthy now and then." He was young, it didn't matter too much right then. But habits were hard to change.