Around Room 313, After classes
After turning in his Journalism final - which felt good - Peter hurried back to his room in his underwear - which felt less good. A newspaper was providing some extra protection from any wandering eyes, but it had moving pictures of people who were way too eager to stare at his crotch.
That was discomforting.
Unfortunately, Peter's room key was in his pants and not his hands. And his pants were somewhere not on him. "Dammit!" Peter yelled. He sighed and hurried to the third floor common room. He could find an open window there and crawl outside to his unlocked window. If only he knew about Kawalsky's daring deed last week, he would know that there was an unlocked empty room right next to his that he could have ducked into. That would have shortened the time he spent on a wall outside. In his underwear.
So if anyone with an odd-numbered room on the third floor saw a half-naked boy hurry past their window, this would be why.
[OOC: No interaction possible because I'm AFK for the night! Feel free to notice him if you're on the third floor while he's flailing back to his room.]
That was discomforting.
Unfortunately, Peter's room key was in his pants and not his hands. And his pants were somewhere not on him. "Dammit!" Peter yelled. He sighed and hurried to the third floor common room. He could find an open window there and crawl outside to his unlocked window. If only he knew about Kawalsky's daring deed last week, he would know that there was an unlocked empty room right next to his that he could have ducked into. That would have shortened the time he spent on a wall outside. In his underwear.
So if anyone with an odd-numbered room on the third floor saw a half-naked boy hurry past their window, this would be why.
[OOC: No interaction possible because I'm AFK for the night! Feel free to notice him if you're on the third floor while he's flailing back to his room.]