fifth floor common room, saturday afternoon
It's almost 1pm, and Roxas has just walked into the common room in his pyjamas, his bed-messed hair, and his hugely yawning mouth.
He has coffee. Or soda. Or just plain sugar.
He finds a couch, sits down, and promptly stares into space.
Sleeping for 14 hours does not come highly recommended by the little pile of blonde fluff bedhair.
[OOC: Open! What a shock :D]
He has coffee. Or soda. Or just plain sugar.
He finds a couch, sits down, and promptly stares into space.
Sleeping for 14 hours does not come highly recommended by the little pile of blonde fluff bedhair.
[OOC: Open! What a shock :D]