Room 312; Sunday Afternoon [ 12/14 ].
Being distracted by reorganizing his CD collection (again), Chad hadn't even noticed the strings of garland that had made it through the crack in his door until they were trying to creep up on everything, including his legs. "Go away," he grunted at them, batting them away and resuming his work, and then batting them away again, and, occasionally, having to shake one or two off after they'd wrapped around a bit.
And then, slowly, but rather firmly, an idea struck Chad, in that the garland was trying to wrap pretty tightly, and Teddy was expected over at some point, to help 'study' for exams...
Now, if only he could just keep them off until Teddy got there, but the CD's were abandoned for the bed, and the garland had already started work on his ankles.
[[ yeah, for that one guy. ]]
And then, slowly, but rather firmly, an idea struck Chad, in that the garland was trying to wrap pretty tightly, and Teddy was expected over at some point, to help 'study' for exams...
Now, if only he could just keep them off until Teddy got there, but the CD's were abandoned for the bed, and the garland had already started work on his ankles.
[[ yeah, for that one guy. ]]