Blair bounced into his dorm room smelling of patchouli oil and wearing a t-shirt that asked if you have hugged a tree lately. Saying a quick hello to the fish and Hank, he settled onto his bed and checked his email. Spam. Spam. Porn. Spam. Reminder email from himself about Angel. Blair groaned as he realized he had class with Bel this afternoon and ( Read more... )

Blair sat on the floor by his bed and started writing an email. He was in no way pouting over the fact that Anakin's class was this morning and he wasn't in it.

( Dear Angel... )

Blair came back into the room, his hair wrapped in a towel and carrying a glass of water. Dropping down onto his bed, he poured a bit of the water into the pot of dirt on the nightstand ( Read more... )

"...and the Sentinels protect the tribe." Blair finished telling Sean in a whisper as they came back into the room. Blair held his fingers to his lips and lowered his voice ( Read more... )

Blair bounced into his room, and tossed his backpack on his bed before sitting down and looking at Hank ( Read more... )

Monday evening was the start of a new week and a new onslaught of classes and homework.

The room was quiet except for quiet mumblings and the clacking of keys as Broots and Blair worked.

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Blair sat on his bed, putting on another layer of socks over the two pair that he had on. Stuffing his notebook, laptop and a roll of bathroom paper in his bag, Blair stood up to head out for classes.

"Whoa."

Feeling dizzy, Blair sat down on the floor and groaned. "I am hating the flu."