What was the best way to top off the worst week ever?
How about
pissing off one of your best friends and ending up with a crepe in your lap?
And then
rampaging through your room, possibly almost breaking your foot, and
screaming on the roof?
No, that wasn't enough. Not at all. You had to
get into another argument with said friend and then not even be able to hide away because
your roommate had somehow managed to turn your room into party central.
Nadia wrapped her arms around herself and walked, head down, staring at the ground.
[ooc: feel free to come by, but be prepared to be emoed or snarked at if you do.]