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fandomhighdorms2020-12-14 04:27 am
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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [12/14].
Wayne was in such a good mood when he looked out the window that morning before heading down to the common room to get started on breakfast that there was almost even an actually perceptible hint of a smile on his face as he stood at his usual position in front of the stove flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs. It was about time this place got some decent snow around here, and he could finally get out there and put that snowmobile he'd been working on in the scrapyard fer what felt like pert'near ages to good use!
Of course, this was all mostly because he had yet to be out in the snow, because of course there couldn't just be a nice, good snowfall 'round here without....conditions, BUT...at least he'd also get to see how that snowmobile might fare when it came to attempting to run down candy canes that seemed to think dragging people under the snow was funneh.
For now, though, still blissfully ignorant, Wayne was just going to cheerfully (well, cheerfully for Wayne, which generally meant slightly more upbeat than a solid stoic line) attend to his breakfast while looking forward to snowmobiling it up once he was done with class fer the day.
[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]
Of course, this was all mostly because he had yet to be out in the snow, because of course there couldn't just be a nice, good snowfall 'round here without....conditions, BUT...at least he'd also get to see how that snowmobile might fare when it came to attempting to run down candy canes that seemed to think dragging people under the snow was funneh.
For now, though, still blissfully ignorant, Wayne was just going to cheerfully (well, cheerfully for Wayne, which generally meant slightly more upbeat than a solid stoic line) attend to his breakfast while looking forward to snowmobiling it up once he was done with class fer the day.
[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

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Not him, of.course, what with generally being against hitting girls, even with snowballs, if he could help it. But it shouldn't be too hard to find someone who'd be more keen on the idea.
"Shuri, mebbe," he offered, since he could picture her being all for it, and that was adorable, "or Astrid. Sabine..."
There seemed options, in other words.
But, there was something more important first:
"Fix you up a plate?"
Yes, he'd pretty much already started on it.
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"Hard no!" he said firmly, scowling at the idea as he finished up the plate. "What kind of degen goes and throws snowballs at girls?"
Not to mention that anyone with half a brain would know that the girls at this school definitely threw back. And then some!
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Nina blinked.
"That's unexpectedly gentlemanly of you, Wayne," Nina said, smiling.
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Needless to say, Katy won all the snowball fights.
Katy won pert'near everything, realleh....
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Like, it was just so sweet.
She was going to take her plate and go get some juice.
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