Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/01].

[howareyanow]

Wayne was very pleased to find that everything seemed to be as he left it in the fridge for breakfast this morning; in general, he'd been using that consistency as a guage for what kind of week they'd be having, though he knew it wasn't exactly a perfect method. It seemed good enough, anyway, to indicate that he'd at the very least have a good Monday, and he figured, around here, that was pert'near all you could ask for.

He wound up with another Monday without classes for this session, too, so he was ready to get up, check his fights on hockeyfights.com, and then get at 'er, sticking with the usual breakfast fare of pancakes and eggs and bacon and coffee and juice because, 'round here, it felt good to just sort of stick with something consistent when you could, since who knew what he'd have to go and improvise with the next week?

So far? So good.

[[ wayne is very upset with me right now because I seriously almost forgot about this this morning, lol. Open breakfast is open, as always! Come and get it! ]]

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[howareyanow]

"So..." Wayne's whole brow squinted. "Lemme get this straight. Yer telling me...that Prompto," what kind of name was that, anyway? "...glitterbombed you an' Vette...because you sent him and his friends a pizza...that you didn't even do anything to??"

[bookbeltof_love]

Put that way, it did sound rather silly, didn't it?

"That sounds about right," she said, nibbling on a pancake. "Like, and maybe because he was back and letting us know that too?????????????"

[howareyanow]

"And hat?" asked Wayne, still not buying any of this as anything remotely close to logic or an explation. "He doesn't have a phone?"

[bookbeltof_love]

She blinked.

"No, he's got a phone too??????????"