Room 409, Thursday Evening

[inneedofcoffee]

By the grace of every deity that may or may not exist here, Maladicta had managed to avoid having to deal with people. Except for showing up to a canceled class, but that had been quick enough to hardly even count.

So she was once again, back to her room. Contemplating simply gnawing on a bag of coffee beans to see if that helped.

Stupid hormones.

[[Expecting one idiot ranger!]]