Room 307, Tuesday Evening
Momoko was sending emails to a few people about Dinah's birthday on Friday, and hoping it wasn't too late to get everyone to help. She'd lost a week being a hummingbird and there were finals this week and, well, she just had to hope.
She hit send on the last one and then set her laptop off to the side to pull out her notes from Professor Gibbs' class. She still had to memorize those pressure points from the other day, but she was sneaking looks at her email every so often.
She was a little excited.
Moshi, for his part, was asleep on the bed dreaming about playing chase with his bird-mommy again. Or maybe Camille? Someone was getting sleep twitches and chattering.
[Door ajar, post open (even if you aren't in on the party plans). Anything about Dinah's birthday is NFB, please.]
She hit send on the last one and then set her laptop off to the side to pull out her notes from Professor Gibbs' class. She still had to memorize those pressure points from the other day, but she was sneaking looks at her email every so often.
She was a little excited.
Moshi, for his part, was asleep on the bed dreaming about playing chase with his bird-mommy again. Or maybe Camille? Someone was getting sleep twitches and chattering.
[Door ajar, post open (even if you aren't in on the party plans). Anything about Dinah's birthday is NFB, please.]