Room 324, Saturday evening
Peter had been hiding. He still was, in fact. Appropriately enough, he was in the closet. On the shelf. With clothes piled on him. He wasn't that big and he was rather flexible, so he was able to hide like that for quite a while.
Right then and there, he vowed that he would never dance again. Unless it was for strategic battle purposes. It wasn't that far-fetched, he heard that the military talked about a bomb that would do that!
Anyway, he didn't have class until Wednesday. He could hide until then.
[OOC: Just establishy, NFI. Thanks to everyone who made this bit of crack awesome. Ah, random boy- and girl-kissy. We need more of you.]
Right then and there, he vowed that he would never dance again. Unless it was for strategic battle purposes. It wasn't that far-fetched, he heard that the military talked about a bomb that would do that!
Anyway, he didn't have class until Wednesday. He could hide until then.
[OOC: Just establishy, NFI. Thanks to everyone who made this bit of crack awesome. Ah, random boy- and girl-kissy. We need more of you.]