Fandom High Dormitories

Sometimes, having a mom who occasionally remembered to try to buy Roscoe's love was kind of sad and weird. Other times, it was really nice.

Today was the second kind of day, because Roscoe opened up a package that had arrived in his mailbox the day before and found a sleek white hoverboard bundled up in wrapping and packing peanuts.

Fuck yeah.

So, since it was gross weather outside and he wasn't about to try this thing on the stairs anyway, he figured he'd test it out by gliding into the common room. There was some minor cursing on the way there, and then some major cursing when he tried to navigate the doorway, but he was starting to get the hang of balancing his weight to move by the time he tried gliding in circles around the furniture.

The next step was obviously videoing himself doing this, but he wasn't feeling that bold yet.

[[open like a common room!]]

If there had ever been an angry pony in history, Roscoe was it.

And the reason why he was so angry was very serious: the chocolate rain had ruined his iPhone.

So. Now here he was, an uncoordinated pony with his hooves up on the counter, doing his very best to get his phone in a bowl of rice as fast as possible even though he suspected the damage was already done. Hell, he didn't even know if rice worked for chocolate milk the same way it did for water damage. But it was worth a shot.

It was really a shame that no one had ever taught Roscoe to cook. He had been raised to believe that take-out was the most practical and delicious choice, so at fifteen, he now found that anything more complicated than a sandwich was out of his depth.

To his credit, he tried. Today his experiment du jour was simply an attempt at scrambled eggs. And twenty minutes and lots of dirty dishes later, he was sitting on the couch eating cold pizza he had found in the fridge. So... you could pretty much guess how that had gone.

Pizza was better anyway.