Just outside Room 409: Wednesday Morning
Blair woke up this morning and frowned at the other side of his room. Broots was gone.
Not gone in the 'omgBrootsdied' sense or even in the 'omgBroots is lost in the woods' sense.
But with Broots on vacation...the room seemed very lonely. It also seemed a lot cleaner. Blair couldn't decide if that meant Broots was the messy one, or just that he had more belongings.
Blair opened the door and started moving things around. First he set his nightstand and chairs outside the door, then he put Hank, his little pot of dirt, on top. Moving his laptop out there, he grinned. It was like a little cafe outside his dorm.
[ooc: Chez Blair is open for interaction]
Not gone in the 'omgBrootsdied' sense or even in the 'omgBroots is lost in the woods' sense.
But with Broots on vacation...the room seemed very lonely. It also seemed a lot cleaner. Blair couldn't decide if that meant Broots was the messy one, or just that he had more belongings.
Blair opened the door and started moving things around. First he set his nightstand and chairs outside the door, then he put Hank, his little pot of dirt, on top. Moving his laptop out there, he grinned. It was like a little cafe outside his dorm.
[ooc: Chez Blair is open for interaction]