Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [08/17].

[howareyanow]

Wayne, while emitting a low, dissatisified sort of rumble in his chest and throat the whole time, didn't want to jump to any fucking conclusions, or nothin', but he felt that was a good direction to focus his ire for what seemed to be this Monday morning's choice of tom-fuckery.

He wasn't going to say anything about it--well, prob'ly not, not unless he was mebbe provoked, by what would only necessitate the mere whisper of suggestion--but there were definitely shrimp omelettes that morning, and he felt they all knew who could be blamed fer that one.

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[howareyanow]

"Not fuckin' likeleh!" Wayne said with firm, determined conviction.

He had, briefly, wondered if doing it because it was something Eleanor liked was just bein' a good friend, but then he realized that he'd be a much better friend, to Eleanor and everyone else in the dorms, realleh, if he stood his ground on this one.

"Only reason they're there today is because they were there."

Which, he realized after he said it, might only lead to Eleanor planting shrimp in the fridge overnight on Sunday from here on in, but that seemed almost like it'd be a bit too much effort for Eleanor to bother with. Or that she'd likeleh forget in a couple days' time, anywhey.

[mother_forker]

Indeed, Eleanor did have the thought of planting shrimp in the fridge next Sunday. However that involved walking alllllll the way to the store and then alllllll the way back and that was a lot of walking for someone else. Even if it did give her cooked shrimp. So that was a non-starter.

Please disregard the fact that she walked to Mooby's every Monday to get her own breakfast sandwich and then come back to the common room to eat it. That was done on principal.

The fact that frequent shrimp could have happened if Eleanor was friendly would never occur to her. At least not in this timeline.

"Well," she replied crisply, "Then I'm just going to celebrate the fact that this week everything is coming up Eleanor and enjoy these shrimp while they are here."

[howareyanow]

At the very least, Eleanor had herself a nice, fresh, second shrimp omelette being passed over to her right then, so there was that.

Passed over with a bit of a skeptical squint from Wayne as he said, "I'm gonna regret askin' this, I'm sure, but...had a good week so far, have ya?"

It was, though, only Monday morning, so...

[mother_forker]

Eleanor happily began to devour said omelette and also talk with her mouth full.

"Hey. This week so far is awesome. Shrimp today, right? 'K. Yesterday? I found three free bottles of booze hidden in my room by some unseen force. Clearly this is my week."

Of course those were bottles she purchased and lost in her room. She then forgot about them and found them.

[howareyanow]

Suppose that was one way to help make life full of little surprises, then...

One of Wayne's brows quirked.

"What'll it be tomorrow, y'think?"

And did he really want to ask that question?

[mother_forker]

"No idea!" Eleanor declared. "However Wednesday is Ladies Night and so whatever is in between will no doubt be sandwiched in awesome."