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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [04/27].
Wayne wasn't really sure if the end of the semester would mean that more people would be likeleh to show up for breakfast that morning because they didn't have classes to get to, or that fewer people would show up because they didn't have classes to get to and would be sleeping in instead, but, either way, it didn't matter, because Wayne was going to get up bright and early as usual, check his hockey fights, and then head to the common room to whip up breakfast, as per usual.
He might be just a touch cranky about it, though, since he had to dig through a fridge full of celery to get to the usual breakfast ingredients he needed fer his pancakes and whatnot, but that also just meant he'd make a little extra time to chop some of that up, add a little peanut butter and plop a few raisins in it to make some Ants on a Log. And half expected them to turn into actual ants on log once they were finished.
But they didn't. They just stayed pieces of celery with peanut butter and raisins on them, and that was a good thing. Wayne really didn't want to deal with ants getting all up in his breakfast, but there might have been a small part of him that was a little disappointed in a weird sort of way.
If anything, it would have given him something to complain about.
Not that he was one to complain, of course.
[[ open breakfast is open! What was I saying last week about themes? ]]
He might be just a touch cranky about it, though, since he had to dig through a fridge full of celery to get to the usual breakfast ingredients he needed fer his pancakes and whatnot, but that also just meant he'd make a little extra time to chop some of that up, add a little peanut butter and plop a few raisins in it to make some Ants on a Log. And half expected them to turn into actual ants on log once they were finished.
But they didn't. They just stayed pieces of celery with peanut butter and raisins on them, and that was a good thing. Wayne really didn't want to deal with ants getting all up in his breakfast, but there might have been a small part of him that was a little disappointed in a weird sort of way.
If anything, it would have given him something to complain about.
Not that he was one to complain, of course.
[[ open breakfast is open! What was I saying last week about themes? ]]
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Nina had to show up. It was, like, a law.
Just like him complaining was because, sorry Wayne, but that was such a tragic and terrible lie you told yourself.
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Figgur it ouwt.
But there was no complaint in his voice either way as Nina came in and he gave her a nod, reaching for a plate.
"Nina. How are ya now?"
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"I'm great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said chirpily. Mwahahaha. "How about yourself???????????????"
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Which was more or less true, as he was feeling particularleh neutral that day, it seemed, celery and all.
But he didn't bother asking Nina if she wanted him to fix her up a plate that morning, because he was apparently also feeling effiient, because he already had it ready to go, and it just seemed a bit inefficent to ask her when it was already ready and being handed over with another nod.
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Like, really. She showed up. She wanted breakfast.
Though there was a long pause as she opened up the fridge to get her usual juice.
…
"…………….What's with all the celery??????????????????"
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Which he knew was categorically untrue, because he was, of course, very particular about his fiber.
"Fuck if I know, Nina."
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Nina set her breakfast place down on the counter so that she could dig through the celery to find her juice.
"I mean, like, isn't the kitchen your domaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain???????????? Shouldn't you know what goes on in it???????????????"
She giggled.
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But in the meantime...
"It's called a common room, Nina. Figgur it ouwt."
He did, however, feel like the third floor common room on Monday mornings were kind of his domain, at least, which was probably why all the funny stiff the island pulled during that time was particular offensive.
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"Oh, please," she scoffed. "As if you don't get all nose out of joint when someone else takes over from you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Long as they do it properleh," he eventually drawled, squinting pointedly at the wall in front of him, "...ain't no reason to get excited."