Room 409, Tuesday lunchtime

[lovechildblair]

There was a lot of thumping coming from Blair's closet. He had woken up this morning and realized that the room was a mess. Which it had been for months, actually. But now that he had gotten a phone call from Naomi informing him that she was coming for parents weekend, he felt like he had to clean.

Well, clean and make it look like he wasn't forming attachments to Fandom. Blair sighed and stuffed another handful of pictures into a box. The more it looked like he was living out of a suitcase, the happier Naomi and her wanderlust would be.

[door and post are open]