fandomhighdorms | 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 ]]

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What was that, Wayne? A normal morning? A normal breakfast?

Look, pink, flying snake or not, Nina was still hungry and she'd missed last week!

So, uh...

Well, she might not be able to chirp her usual greeting today, but she was still making an entrance as she bobbed in, wasn't she?

Hi, Wayne!

[LOL SUPER LATE I KNOW but I could not resist! >.>]

See, now, and most of the weird stuff that Wayne had gotten to experience so far had stayed out of the dorms, too, but now he was turning his head and seeing some pink snake flying in through the door, and Wayne didn't know what to think about that except that he did know he didn't much care for it, not even a little bit.

So he grunted because things had been pretty normal (if a bit quiet), and then he grumbled a little because he didn't know whether he was supposed to punch it or offer it breakfast.

But, he supposed, if those were the two options, it seemed a bit impolite to just jump to the punching, didn't it?

So...after hitting the snake with the full-force of a completely disapproving squint and furrowed brow, he put some food on a plate, and then offered it out to the thing.

And then remembered that snakes didn't have handsd, and so he went and he put the plate on the table, then gave the snake a nod because that should make it easier. Unless it wasn't here for breakfast, and if that were the case, well, then, Wayne would just need a second to unbutton his shirt and his sleeves a bit, and then, sure, he'd have a fight with a snake.

Wouldn't be the weirdest thing he'd fought since gettin' here anymore, he supposed.

Pink flying snake had been startled, momentarily, into wavering hovering at the force of his scowl, but by the time he'd plated up a breakfast and offered it to her, she'd been back to being amused...

And rather grateful he'd put the plate on the table.

Nina fluttered around him, trailing him to the table, and with a polite sort of hiss (it was the best she could do right now), eyed breakfast thoughtfully.

Okay. Okay. She had this. Somehow. She'd figure it out.

Wayne sort of eyed the snake as the snake was eyeing the breakfast, wondering if he should have done more to help it out a little. Should he have cut the pancakes or something? No, that didn't make sense. Snakes could eat whole rats alive; he'd seen it with his own two eyes. A pancake should be a cinch. Fuck, a whole stack of pancakes would be a cinch fer a snake. Mebbe it wouldn't eat it; snakes weren't known for their love of pancakes, but there were eggs, snakes liked those, right?

Wayne didn't know. Wayne figgured the best thing to do in a situation like this was just sort of pour himself another coffee into his puppy mug, sit back a little, and just sort of watch how this all played out.

She'd been a snake for, like, an hour and change, tops! She was still learning! Honestly, Wayne, you were so rude!

Deciding this was not a thing she wanted to attempt while hovering (also, she was getting tired) Nina landed on the table (gracefully was not the word for her landing and squiggled over to the plate, folding her wings flat against her body.

The eggs did smell good—she flicked her tongue out to confirm this—but Nina liked pancakes better. So pancakes it was going to be, though there wasn't as much syrup on them as she usually put on them.

Nina cast a considering glance at Wayne, wondering if there was a way to wheedle syrup out of him. Was that good for snakes? Who knew! Not her, and it wasn't going to stop her. She was a weird snake with wings. Maybe weird snakes with wings lived off of pancakes!

Her next problem came from… surely… surely… he did not expect her to eat an entire pancake in one go? Nina cast another doubtful glance at Wayne, before leaning forward and delicately trying to nip at one pancake. Hm.

It was going to be hard to eat like a lady when looking like this.

Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/15].

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