Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening
After rummaging through the cabinets, Levon -- who looked strangely like Romeo in a cheap velvet blazer -- had assembled a lot of pudding.
Perhaps not exactly $240 worth, but a lot of pudding all the same.
Which he was diligently cooking, chilling, dancing near, and whispering sweet nothings to.
"Oh baby, you know you got it goin' on. Aw, you lookin' so good, you lookin' so right. Awwwww, yeah."
From the table, a droid baby -- "Barry" -- whispered sweet encouragement that only "Levon" could hear.
"Levon" grinned at the growing mound of pudding. This would be a very good night.
[OOC: CR and, duh, open. Video documentation encouraged.]
Perhaps not exactly $240 worth, but a lot of pudding all the same.
Which he was diligently cooking, chilling, dancing near, and whispering sweet nothings to.
"Oh baby, you know you got it goin' on. Aw, you lookin' so good, you lookin' so right. Awwwww, yeah."
From the table, a droid baby -- "Barry" -- whispered sweet encouragement that only "Levon" could hear.
"Levon" grinned at the growing mound of pudding. This would be a very good night.
[OOC: CR and, duh, open. Video documentation encouraged.]