Room 407; Late Saturday Morning [ 09/05 ].
Eventually, Cal had fallen asleep last night, and he would have figured that that meant sleeping in a lot later than this, but no cigar. That was okay, though, he figured he could be productive instead.
Stop laughing. He was going to make a plan to go and see if he could get his other job back at the diner, too, one of these days.
And he was seriously going to have to talk to Merlin about how he was decorating this place. Seriously? Streamers? Flowers? At least there wasn't glitter.
..okay, the flowers were actually kind of nice. There was a very thoughtful bunch of them right by his typewriter as he settled down to hammer some keys, although he was half worried that they might be laced with some sort of weird ass poison or powder or stuff that would have some really bad consequences. But they were so pretty that he was going to take his chances.
[[ expecting a once and future king, but door and post are open for anyone else who might want to swing by because I'm actually around today and am very squeeful of this fact. ]]
Stop laughing. He was going to make a plan to go and see if he could get his other job back at the diner, too, one of these days.
And he was seriously going to have to talk to Merlin about how he was decorating this place. Seriously? Streamers? Flowers? At least there wasn't glitter.
..okay, the flowers were actually kind of nice. There was a very thoughtful bunch of them right by his typewriter as he settled down to hammer some keys, although he was half worried that they might be laced with some sort of weird ass poison or powder or stuff that would have some really bad consequences. But they were so pretty that he was going to take his chances.
[[ expecting a once and future king, but door and post are open for anyone else who might want to swing by because I'm actually around today and am very squeeful of this fact. ]]