Room 318, Thursday Morning
All the windows in Peter's room were open. He'd bought a cooling unit and filled it with drinks and put it right next to his desk. He had ice packs.
This was not the best possible situation he could be in, but without a Rebecca down the hall, he really didn't have any way to deal with his present situation besides freezing himself half to death. It wasn't fair, and it was definitely stupid, but things were heating up again back home (then again, when weren't they?) and he would not be beaten by his own damned groin.
"I am not Henry the Eighth, for god's sake," he growled at his computer for no reason at all. "And I will definitely not be John F. Kennedy!"
His desk seemed suitably impressed, which was to say not at all.
[[ door open, post open. ETA: thread with Natalie goes NWS! ]]
This was not the best possible situation he could be in, but without a Rebecca down the hall, he really didn't have any way to deal with his present situation besides freezing himself half to death. It wasn't fair, and it was definitely stupid, but things were heating up again back home (then again, when weren't they?) and he would not be beaten by his own damned groin.
"I am not Henry the Eighth, for god's sake," he growled at his computer for no reason at all. "And I will definitely not be John F. Kennedy!"
His desk seemed suitably impressed, which was to say not at all.
[[ door open, post open. ETA: thread with Natalie goes NWS! ]]