Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/15].

[howareyanow]

Aww....fuck.

There was a problem with breakfast. Wayne didn't like when there was a problem with breakfast, but at least the problem with breakfast usually involved the food being a bit different than he expected, be it in type of food or color or abundance of one thing over the other, but he'd yet to have a problem exactly like this before. And that was the problem that everything....pots, pans, plates, mugs, utentsils, bowls, everything...had been placed extremely high up, and far from any countertop that he could climb to reach it. Even the chairs seemed just a bit too short, leaving him to just look up at the ceiling where all the things were, and truly not appreciating this level of Monday morning shenanigans.

Fuck.

Someone might need to get a ladder.

[[ random breakfast is open! there might even eventually be some food? ]]

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[howareyanow]

Something fell from the ceiling, landing right behind him, but it wasn't any of the kitchen stuff, just some burned debris.

His shoulders slagged.

"Can confirm," he murmured, not so much miserable as just....despondent.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Aww, poor Wayne. And Shuri was sympathetic, truly, it was just...food on the ceiling. It was funny!

"At least it's not pizza?"

[howareyanow]

"Pizza," Wayne said, pulling out a chair and having a seat at the table, leaning back and considered the convenient bottle of whiskey already there, "would be at least better than nothing ."

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"You're not drinking alcohol for breakfast, are you?" Shuri asked, looking shocked.