The morning after is never as good as the night before.
Name(s): Edward, Larxene, possibly Mitani, any other Slytherins.
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Day: Day 11
Time: Morning after breakfast, before classes.
Rating: PG-13 at least. Ed has a potty mouth as usual. Larxene could probably pull it off too.
Edward had missed breakfast by oversleeping, but he'd be damned if he was going to be late to class. He woke up alone in the dorm room, cursed and ran for the bathroom to get in a quick shower. Once out, he toweled off and pulled his tank top, boxers and pants on, adding the belt, although it was undone. He tugged his button down over his shoulders and crouched down to put on his shoes.
Once he was mostly dressed he walked out of the bathroom, doing up the belt and sliding on his white gloves.
He hurried down the stairs towards the common room with his robes draped over his arm and his bag slung over his shoulder as he was buttoning up his shirt. He had two buttons to go - it was high enough to cover the scars and metal port, but not enough to give his neck proper coverage - when he arrived at the bottom of the steps and realized he was not alone.
Better then that, the mark Mitani had left on his neck was dark and very visible and completely unknown to Ed.
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Day: Day 11
Time: Morning after breakfast, before classes.
Rating: PG-13 at least. Ed has a potty mouth as usual. Larxene could probably pull it off too.
Edward had missed breakfast by oversleeping, but he'd be damned if he was going to be late to class. He woke up alone in the dorm room, cursed and ran for the bathroom to get in a quick shower. Once out, he toweled off and pulled his tank top, boxers and pants on, adding the belt, although it was undone. He tugged his button down over his shoulders and crouched down to put on his shoes.
Once he was mostly dressed he walked out of the bathroom, doing up the belt and sliding on his white gloves.
He hurried down the stairs towards the common room with his robes draped over his arm and his bag slung over his shoulder as he was buttoning up his shirt. He had two buttons to go - it was high enough to cover the scars and metal port, but not enough to give his neck proper coverage - when he arrived at the bottom of the steps and realized he was not alone.
Better then that, the mark Mitani had left on his neck was dark and very visible and completely unknown to Ed.