Room 316 - Friday Night - 9.4
As was rather common on nights when Liir didn't have much to do, he was in his room, with his dog. Also as was rather common on nights when he didn't have much to do, he was practicing magic.
...someone was more like his mother than he liked to admit.
*ahem*
After the fourth time he'd managed to turn a pencil into a pen (which was harder than you'd think, considering his specifications), he decided that the skill was learned and turned to his hot pot to start up a bit of tea. He'd earned some light reading and an evening curled up with Makejoy.
If anyone else wanted to come by, that'd be nice too.
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...someone was more like his mother than he liked to admit.
*ahem*
After the fourth time he'd managed to turn a pencil into a pen (which was harder than you'd think, considering his specifications), he decided that the skill was learned and turned to his hot pot to start up a bit of tea. He'd earned some light reading and an evening curled up with Makejoy.
If anyone else wanted to come by, that'd be nice too.
[open!]