Liberty "Libby" Hazlett (
outofthequiver) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2022-08-30 06:40 am
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Second Floor Common Room; Late Tuesday Morning [08/30].
Yesterday had been a lot for Libby, but it had also reminded her that she had a lot of friends and a lot of support here, and, even with all the things she struggled to push past all spelled out as clear as day for nearly everyone to see, they were still there for her. And she was there for them, too, because even though yesterday reminded Libby that she'd been through a lot, it also reminded her that, well....so had most people, here. They'd all had their baggage, but it didn't matter, because they also had each other, and that was...incredibly, necessarily heartening.
And it was her conversation with Charlie in particular that had her swinging by the store after her morning class, with the whole rest of her day free and clear, and set to work at putting together some breakfast. Or probably brunch, at this point, but she liked cooking, and she especially liked cooking for other people, and she really hadn't done it nearly enough lately, and clearly set out to do just that.
So it wouldn't be long at all before the telltale aromas of a good old breakfast casserole started to fill the room, while Libby took to making some fresh squeezed orange juice to go with it while it was baking and, even though she didn't drink it herself, she got some coffee going in the coffee maker, too.
And it just felt nice. It felt good. And she certainly felt a lot lighter than she had yesterday, and she was determined to keep it that way.
[[ might be slow due to work, but open common room is open! ]]
And it was her conversation with Charlie in particular that had her swinging by the store after her morning class, with the whole rest of her day free and clear, and set to work at putting together some breakfast. Or probably brunch, at this point, but she liked cooking, and she especially liked cooking for other people, and she really hadn't done it nearly enough lately, and clearly set out to do just that.
So it wouldn't be long at all before the telltale aromas of a good old breakfast casserole started to fill the room, while Libby took to making some fresh squeezed orange juice to go with it while it was baking and, even though she didn't drink it herself, she got some coffee going in the coffee maker, too.
And it just felt nice. It felt good. And she certainly felt a lot lighter than she had yesterday, and she was determined to keep it that way.
[[ might be slow due to work, but open common room is open! ]]

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"Oh!" She turned to see that the thump she heard was probably him on the floor. "Good morning, Gray! Are you alright?"
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"I'm fine," Gray assured her. "Did I sleep through my class?" He checked his watch. "No, okay, I'm good...and something smells really good in here. Breakfast?" he asked hopefully.
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Her grin went a little sheepish.
"I guess our conversation yesterday left me a little inspired."
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She smiled at Libby, "Glad I could help then."
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"Do you take anything in your coffee?"
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"How have you been, Libby?" He didn't want to pry but he was worried about she had fared yesterday and all.
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"Yesterday was just a real doozy, now, wasn't it?"
If it had been bad for her, she couldn't even imagine everything Kurt was probably likely to have dealt with.
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Because sure, why not keep ripping the bandage off that wound? It builds character right (and the mun is also sadistic at times XD)
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"Oh, no bribe necessary," Libby started saying, "it's for everybo--"
But the words seemed to just stop right on the edge of her suddenly tied-tongue once she looked toward the door to see who she was even talking to.
And, sure, she'd gotten the warning on Saturday, but actually seeing it was something else entirely different, and it was absolutely not her proudest moment, but Libby couldn't help staring.
It was practically uncanny, really!
"-dy," she finally finished, and then, more than a little breathless, "Oh, you must be TJ."
Unless there was a third of them, in which case....
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