4th floor common room, Monday evening (after Martial Arts Club)
Sky was being stealthy as he slunk to the common room in his incognito disguise after Martial Arts club- well, as stealthy as a 6-foot-tall, goateed man in a red work shirt, jeans and a cowboy hat could be. Time to partake in a very secret, insanely-guilty pleasure of his, which he'd wanted to do last week, but it hadn't been a good time.
Armed with a bowl of popcorn, a book and his class notes, Sky snuggled into a couch and turned the TV on, looking secretively gleeful. If anybody came in, he'd swear he just had this particular show on for background noise while reading/studying. Or that he had a gremlin bite. Yes, that would work. He clutched the remote as trumpet music and an announcer's voice filled the room-
"Live from Hollywood! This is Dancing with the Stars!" or whatever the meta version is if it exists.
[Open as a common room is. Yes, I am engaging in a bit of shameless pepperjacking (i.e. projecting my own tastes onto a character) here.]
Armed with a bowl of popcorn, a book and his class notes, Sky snuggled into a couch and turned the TV on, looking secretively gleeful. If anybody came in, he'd swear he just had this particular show on for background noise while reading/studying. Or that he had a gremlin bite. Yes, that would work. He clutched the remote as trumpet music and an announcer's voice filled the room-
"Live from Hollywood! This is Dancing with the Stars!" or whatever the meta version is if it exists.
[Open as a common room is. Yes, I am engaging in a bit of shameless pepperjacking (i.e. projecting my own tastes onto a character) here.]