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fandomhighdorms2020-05-11 05:40 am
howareyanow) wrote in fandomhighdorms2020-05-11 05:40 am
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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/11].
Wayne was still mebbe a little bit sore about what felt a little like an attempt at a breakfast coupe to him, what with Nina going and making breakfast yesterday morning, but he s'posed she could have also just been doing what she thought was nice for the new students and didn't want them to have to wait until Monday to get a good meal in their stomachs, and so he supposed he'd just have to wait it out and see if she decided to go ahead and do it every Sunday, just like he did every Monday, and if that were the case, well, then...
She could have at least picked literally any other day of the week that wasn't the one right before his breakfast day, if that were the case.
But again, it was something he wouldn't be able to determine until next week, so there was no point in fussin' about it now, especially not when he had a traditional Monday morning breakfast to start putting together, all the usual trappings and fixing, from yer pancakes and eggs to your bacon and sausage, fruit for the grease-averse, juice, coffee, so on and so forth.
He figgured, what with some people needing to be up for classes and the particular aroma ventilating structure of the dorms itself, there should be at least a few people, if not the good ol' regulars, wandering in to see what's up and to get a little fuel.
It was, after all, the most important meal of the day.
Even if the Internet might tell you that was all just marketing, Nina.
[[ open breakfast is open, come get some food! ]]
She could have at least picked literally any other day of the week that wasn't the one right before his breakfast day, if that were the case.
But again, it was something he wouldn't be able to determine until next week, so there was no point in fussin' about it now, especially not when he had a traditional Monday morning breakfast to start putting together, all the usual trappings and fixing, from yer pancakes and eggs to your bacon and sausage, fruit for the grease-averse, juice, coffee, so on and so forth.
He figgured, what with some people needing to be up for classes and the particular aroma ventilating structure of the dorms itself, there should be at least a few people, if not the good ol' regulars, wandering in to see what's up and to get a little fuel.
It was, after all, the most important meal of the day.
Even if the Internet might tell you that was all just marketing, Nina.
[[ open breakfast is open, come get some food! ]]
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