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fandomhighdorms2017-09-09 05:21 pm
somethingwithturquoise) wrote in fandomhighdorms2017-09-09 05:21 pm
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Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Evening [09/09].
Summer had made the usual bowl of popcorn that accompanied her when she wanted to be lazy and just chill out in the common room with some television, but it was barely being touched. She had found a marathon of How It's Made and became completely and utterly entranced, forgetting even to blink most of the time as she marveled at the repetitive, seamless motions of the machines on the screen, working together, so efficiently!, to make a variety of useless and dumb things. She didn't care about the things so much as just the sheer majesty of the process itself, the mechanics and the smooth transitions from one machine to another, over and over and over.
It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It almost moved her to tears. And it certainly did bring a little blush on her face, too, feeling a bit rebellious for sitting there at a school dormitory, watching something so...so....explicit.
A-hem, indeed.
[[ this is what work does to my brain. it's open, of course! ]]
It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It almost moved her to tears. And it certainly did bring a little blush on her face, too, feeling a bit rebellious for sitting there at a school dormitory, watching something so...so....explicit.
A-hem, indeed.
[[ this is what work does to my brain. it's open, of course! ]]