fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [03/15].

Breakfast that morning...might be a bit slow going.

Because when Wayne came into the common room that morning fer Monday Morning Breakfast, something felt...off. Something definitely felt...not right. And that was normal, realleh, fer most Mondays around here, but the real kicker here, unlike most Monday mornings that were a bit...off....Wayne couldn't figgur out exactly why.

And, realleh, that there was the worst kind of off.

Everything seemed normal, but he didn't trust it, so it was with great caution and mebbe even a bit of nervousness that he opened every cabinet, every drawer, expecting something awful to be inside or something to jump out at him, but so far, everything had been fine. The same suspicious caution was practiced in opening up the flour, pouring the milk, with the crack of each and every egg.

So far, so good, he s'posed, but that just meant surely something real bad was lying in wait at pert'near any second now...

...mebbe Shuri really had been onto something yesterday with all her booby traps.

[[ and open breakfast is open! if a bit suspicious! ]]

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Sabine walked in for the first time in a while on Monday morning, and immediately started opening cabinets, ostensibly to actually look inside them, and then slamming them about a second later.

Every time Sabine moved to open a new cabinet, Wayne paused what he was doing to watch, his brow furrowed with concern and worry, and, even though he'd watched her open them, even after the first few times, he jumped a bit when she slammed them shut.

Finally, he managed to work past his concern enough to ask, "Sabine. How are ya now?"

And for once he felt it might be better if she didn't even answer!

"Someone took the cereal I was going to have," she bit out.

Or she didn't look for more than a second.

Wayne took a moment to scanned over his own breakfast supplies and what he'd been cooking up to make sure he hadn't inadvertently taken it, even though he never bothered with cereal for Monday morning breakfasts.

He almost wish he had, though, because the fact that they didn't know who did was....a bit...distressing.

"You think they'll be back fer more?" he asked, wishing he'd had the foresight to ask Shuri to give the third floor her common room booby trap treatment, too...

"How am I supposed to know?" Sabine snapped. "I don't know how cereal thieves think."

"See, now," said Wayne, with another suspicious glance toward a carton of eggs that he still didn't feel quite right about, "there's thr problem. If we knew how a cereal theif thought, we might be able to know where it's gone...

"'Course," he added, after a moment, "if I were a cereal theif, I wouldn't want anyone knowing I thought like a cereal theif ..."

"You know what? I don't even care. Someone's just terrible and took my stuff," she crabbed.

"Well, we should care!" Wayne all but barked put, empassioned. "We should care if someone around here's a cereal theif, because of someone's out there, stealin' cereals, then we oughta know about it! Ex-specially since who's to say they'll stop at cereal? First cereal, then what? Huh? Then what, Sabine?"

"Then I punch them in the face! See how easy?"

She would love to punch someone in the face today, honestly.

And Wayne...really couldn't argue with that logic, bein' a fan of well-deserved face-punching himself.

Usual-leh, anywhey...

"Could hurt your hand, though," he pointed out, a little sadly. "Would it be worth it? 'Specially when there's plenty of breakfast here?"

Not as much as usual, since he was bein' a bit cautious about the whole thing, but enough to be better'n cereal!

"I can eat breakfast and then punch someone in the face."

Totally reasonable.

"Well," Wayne decided, picking up a plate and starting to inspect it with a worried frown when he thought he saw a crack, "so's long as you do have breakfast."

He set that plate side; he definitely didn't trust that crack. Picked up the next to examine.

"It's the most important meal of the day."

"It's fine," Sabine said.

She'd apologize next week.

"I'd fix you up a plate," Wayne offered, sounding almost apologetic himself as he set aside another one, picked up the next, "but these plates seem a little..."

He squinted at the next one, bringing it as close as he could without touching his nose to it.

"....suspect."

Of what? He wasn't sure! But they just didn't feel right, if you asked him.

"I didn't do anything to them," she said, opening the fridge just to slam it.

Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [03/15].

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