Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/20].

[howareyanow]

Waking up that morning had Wayne feeling all sorts of skeptical and suspicious, because they'd just had two weeks in a row that weren't normal, and so the fact that things were sudden normal again didn't feel all that normal at all, especially since it was summer, and he was here for last summer, where something not normal every week was what became normal.

...but if it really were normal, he'd happily take it, and he was just going to squeeze as much normal into the morning as he could by sticking to the classics, nothing fancy, just the usual pancakes and eggs and sausage and fruit and international selections of bacon on the menu today.

But maybe, just maybe, things weren't exactly quite as normal as they seemed, though you'd have to look pretty close to realize that, as he was cooking, Wayne's head was bopping up and down a little bit. The music all over the island may have stopped, but that didn't mean the music in Wayne's head had.

Because he still was far from being over a fuckin' guitar-playing dog.

Fuck!

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

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[white_oleander]

So Wayne would probably not be interested in the oddles of sketches that Astrid had committed into a sketchbook of said guitar-playing dog?

Because if anyone was surprised that Astrid had practically given herself carpal tunnel syndrome from drawing all those fascinating visitors last week, then those people clearly didn't know Astrid. But she was planning on wandering the island that day to see what might have stuck around now that it was clear most of the stuff from last week was gone, and a good breakfast was a good way to get that started.

"Morning, Wayne," she said, and, with a little smile, because it didn't take anyone particularly observant to pick up on certain trends in the way he spoke, and her mood was good enough (although she still couldn't shake that ever-clinging maudlin darkness that was practically a part of her now) that morning to warrent it, she added, "How are ya now?"

[howareyanow]

It was so rare to hear someone else say it around here, and his head being filled with K.K. Slider songs as it was, that it took Wayne a blinking moment to respond, but, when he did, it came out as smooth and natural and thoughtless as breathing.

"Good, n'you?"

[white_oleander]

"Not so bad." Astrid's ability to hit the mark on that one had been purely coincidental, as she moved in to grab a coffee mug from the cupboard. "It just feels so...quiet now, don't you think?"

Not that she minded the quiet, bit she hadn't minded the music, either. And she would miss all the interesting faces to draw, even if they weren't a very good distraction from things that had been on the forefront of her mind sknce the Saturday at the lake.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Good morning," Shuri said, bouncing into the room.

[howareyanow]

"Shuri!" said Wayne, that brusque cheerfulness in his greeting taking on an appreciative note, for both the bouncing and her presence in general. "How are ya now?"