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fandomhighdorms2019-07-15 05:32 am
howareyanow) wrote in fandomhighdorms2019-07-15 05:32 am
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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/15].
You know what? For the most part, realleh, Wayne didn't think that last one was all that bad. In fact, quite a few of these last weeks hadn't been all that bad, and he was mostly qualifying that thought with the fact that things seemed okay when Monday rolled around, and none of his breakfast plans had to be thrown out the window or adjusted accordingly, and that seemed a pretty good margin to go by. In fact, last week wasn't all too bad for him at all, which worried him a bit, he felt that meant he was getting a little too used to the idea that he didn't mind going out and fighting zombies, though, he will admit, his enjoyment in fighting zombies went down significantly the moment he realized there were zombie dogs in the mix. He didn't like that at all. Punching regular undead creatures from some sort of twisted nightmare realm was one thing, but punching dogs? No matter how messed up or twisted they got, Wayne had a line.
So he laid pretty low for the rest of the week, staying inside at night, since that was a pretty good way to avoid it, and then come the next week, he went to the common room, found his breakfast stock in tact, the air had cleared significantly, and figuring that, no matter what got thrown at them this week, at least this morning seemed to be a good one, and at least nothing was messing up with his breakfast.
And, hopefully, there wouldn't be any poor dogs being on super-rabies or nothing this week, either.
[[ open breakfast is open! Come and get it, but please to not mind the SP because my work scheddy is the real nightmare about this week, oof ]]
So he laid pretty low for the rest of the week, staying inside at night, since that was a pretty good way to avoid it, and then come the next week, he went to the common room, found his breakfast stock in tact, the air had cleared significantly, and figuring that, no matter what got thrown at them this week, at least this morning seemed to be a good one, and at least nothing was messing up with his breakfast.
And, hopefully, there wouldn't be any poor dogs being on super-rabies or nothing this week, either.
[[ open breakfast is open! Come and get it, but please to not mind the SP because my work scheddy is the real nightmare about this week, oof ]]