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fandomhighdorms2019-08-12 08:13 am
howareyanow) wrote in fandomhighdorms2019-08-12 08:13 am
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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [08/12].
Even as toys, you don't [CENSORED] with tradition!
It was Monday morning and Wayne (who would eventually start to take umbrage with the fact that they'd gone and made him a lumberjack when he was clearly a farmer, but had not yet made that distinction) headed down to the common room to make breakfast like he did every Monday morning, and it was a good thing that the process of making breakfast pretty much just involved taking already made plates out of the fridge, pretending to warm them up on a stove, and then setting them out, because it would be really hard to manage much more with those little C-shapes hands of his.
But, as it was, he set to the task of 'making breakfast,' and, before you knew it, 'breakfast' was served!
And the eggs were looking mighty tasty today, especially, if you asked him.
[[ I knew I was forgetting someone! Open common room is open! ]]
It was Monday morning and Wayne (who would eventually start to take umbrage with the fact that they'd gone and made him a lumberjack when he was clearly a farmer, but had not yet made that distinction) headed down to the common room to make breakfast like he did every Monday morning, and it was a good thing that the process of making breakfast pretty much just involved taking already made plates out of the fridge, pretending to warm them up on a stove, and then setting them out, because it would be really hard to manage much more with those little C-shapes hands of his.
But, as it was, he set to the task of 'making breakfast,' and, before you knew it, 'breakfast' was served!
And the eggs were looking mighty tasty today, especially, if you asked him.
[[ I knew I was forgetting someone! Open common room is open! ]]
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And Wayne felt himself already going to move them to try again, but, of course, she was right, he was seeming a little unhappy just then, now, wasn't he, and they really couldn't have that! So he tried his best to forget about his arms for a moment and just focus on happy things, which at least seemed a bit easier today than it would have been for him naturally.
"Oh, m'good," he assured her with a smile. "S'just a bit worried, is all, thinking maybe you'd get in trouble, but that's a bit silleh, isn't it? 'Course you won't. Yer a good toy, just helpin' out, and you'd do a dam--darn fine job of it, too, I'm sure of it."
And his smile went a bit bigger, too, just to show that he really was happy, he didn't need to cross his arms, anyway, that wasn't a very nice gesture to do around people, anyway.
"An' if yer happy, then I'm happy."
Everyone was just happy, darn it.