Room 303; Monday Late Afternoon
Despite there not being a baking workshop any longer, Alphonse had a pie. Not just any pie-- an apple pie. Having a roomie who baked you this sort of stuff even handwavily!-- even if it was out of a bribe, he still got it!-- was many levels of awsome. So, there were baked goods in 303 once again.
Then there was the stack of books Sakurazaki got him on her trip the previous week. Yesterday was way crazy, so he hadn't had the time to sit down and flip through them. Though, he was now; Alphonse sat on the floor, a slice of pie in one hand, a book in the other, and an open notebook sitting right in front of him. Life was goooood.
[ ooc: open door, open post, pie for all, come one come all, new folk and oldbies alike. ]
Then there was the stack of books Sakurazaki got him on her trip the previous week. Yesterday was way crazy, so he hadn't had the time to sit down and flip through them. Though, he was now; Alphonse sat on the floor, a slice of pie in one hand, a book in the other, and an open notebook sitting right in front of him. Life was goooood.
[ ooc: open door, open post, pie for all, come one come all, new folk and oldbies alike. ]