Room 311, afternoon
Blaze had been surprised to wake up in a room. Most nights he slept outside with his bike, so it was always a change to wake up with a real roof over his head. Still, a Fandom reunion was a Fandom reunion, and the dorm rooms were better than cheap hotels. It was like nothing had changed in his old room in 20 years.
He rooted through the dressers for something mostly clean to wear, and settled on a mostly black outfit. The other voice in the back of his head mocked his fashion choices, but Blaze had thankfully finally learned how to ignore it most of the time.
He hoped that he'd still be able to recognize the other people at the reunion, and that his "special friend" wouldn't be making any sudden appearances.
He rooted through the dressers for something mostly clean to wear, and settled on a mostly black outfit. The other voice in the back of his head mocked his fashion choices, but Blaze had thankfully finally learned how to ignore it most of the time.
He hoped that he'd still be able to recognize the other people at the reunion, and that his "special friend" wouldn't be making any sudden appearances.