2nd floor common room, Saturday afternoon

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After an extremely weird morning that started with Kuzco going down to the office to bitch about the non-llama friendly door knob on his dorm room and ended with what he was pretty sure was a moose asking him to dinner (and no. NOooooooooooooo), Kuzco was sulking in his common room with a cake he'd pilfered from the counter and whatever had been on television when he walked in.

...which had turned out to be extremely dramatic South African soap operas. He had no idea what was going on, but currently everyone on the screen was crying, praying or both, so it had to be good, right?

{OOC: So open.}