Room 307, Monday evening
After a day spent out of the room because even a kind-hearted (if extremely sarcastic) Midwestern boy could only stand an emo pillow fort for so long, Dave returned to his room to see that Topher had apparently gotten out for a little bit. While that could be dangerous to the rest of the Fandom community, it was probably a good sign for Topher's well being.
Dave took a seat on his own bed - gloriously fort free - and was about to grab a comic book to read when he realized he had a message. After listening to it, he looked at Topher's side of the room to see the cake still sitting there. "I probably don't even want to know how long that's been sitting out, do I?"
[OOC: I had to once I saw the message. Open door, open post, why not?]
Dave took a seat on his own bed - gloriously fort free - and was about to grab a comic book to read when he realized he had a message. After listening to it, he looked at Topher's side of the room to see the cake still sitting there. "I probably don't even want to know how long that's been sitting out, do I?"
[OOC: I had to once I saw the message. Open door, open post, why not?]