i'm having a party, hey do you wanna sleep over
Who: little_bandages and hairdecs, and any Phancyhives who feel like intruding!
When: 9/24, Saturday night~
Where: Phancyhive Mansion, Finny's attic
Summary: Finny really really reeeeeally wanted to have a slumber party with Ritsuka. Ritsuka caved... kinda.
Warnings: Boys may kiss. Aren't boys required to kiss?
[It should be the perfect little slumber party. Ritsuka is even in his pajamas, an oversized basketball jersey and some soft track pants. He is even sitting on Finny's bed and allowing Finny to cower behind him when the movie they're watching gets too scary for him (it started with the blood-dripping opening credits). The room is already well on its way to party-wasteland state, with an open bag of marshmallows, a few discarded cupcake wrappers, and cheese curls lurking like neon orange little mice on the floor and in the folds of bedclothes.
This is normally where an adolescent such as Ritsuka would be munching happily, eyes fixated on the screen or perhaps his terror-stricken friend, and indeed, that is what is expected of such a party.
But Ritsuka's not partying. He has his nose buried in Jane Eyre and is jotting down notes.
It's a Saturday night slumber party and Ritsuka is doing homework.]
That Rochester is such a jerk...!
When: 9/24, Saturday night~
Where: Phancyhive Mansion, Finny's attic
Summary: Finny really really reeeeeally wanted to have a slumber party with Ritsuka. Ritsuka caved... kinda.
Warnings: Boys may kiss. Aren't boys required to kiss?
[It should be the perfect little slumber party. Ritsuka is even in his pajamas, an oversized basketball jersey and some soft track pants. He is even sitting on Finny's bed and allowing Finny to cower behind him when the movie they're watching gets too scary for him (it started with the blood-dripping opening credits). The room is already well on its way to party-wasteland state, with an open bag of marshmallows, a few discarded cupcake wrappers, and cheese curls lurking like neon orange little mice on the floor and in the folds of bedclothes.
This is normally where an adolescent such as Ritsuka would be munching happily, eyes fixated on the screen or perhaps his terror-stricken friend, and indeed, that is what is expected of such a party.
But Ritsuka's not partying. He has his nose buried in Jane Eyre and is jotting down notes.
It's a Saturday night slumber party and Ritsuka is doing homework.]
That Rochester is such a jerk...!