Room 503, Monday Afternoon
Roy was thinking of making chili at some point in the nearish future. You know, as a way to properly welcome and horrify the new students. But making chili would require going to the grocery store, and he wasn't really feeling that, so right now he was staying indoors and doing crunches on the floor of his dorm room.
The life of a retired teen sidekick was so exciting. Truly.
And then he turned into--what, what was he, even? He couldn't tell. When he managed to get a look at himself in the mirror he seemed to be...some kind of raccoon? A red raccoon? Did those exist?
One thing was certain: he was too adorable to be legitimately allowed to exist. Dammit, he was supposed to be manly and tough, not...fluffy.
((Open to the roommate, should he wish.))
The life of a retired teen sidekick was so exciting. Truly.
And then he turned into--what, what was he, even? He couldn't tell. When he managed to get a look at himself in the mirror he seemed to be...some kind of raccoon? A red raccoon? Did those exist?
One thing was certain: he was too adorable to be legitimately allowed to exist. Dammit, he was supposed to be manly and tough, not...fluffy.
((Open to the roommate, should he wish.))