Third floor hallway, Wednesday afternoon

Mar 29, 2006 22:22

Ivanova was swaying down the hallway in her towel, having taken a very lovely shower before her shift, swinging her toiletries basket from one hand. Her shampoo slipped out and bounced off the ground and she cursed in Russian under her breath, crouching to retrieve it. When she looked up again, something was hovering directly in front of her ( Read more... )

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anole_x March 30 2006, 04:09:28 UTC
Victor looked outside his room to see what the problem was, then immediately slapped his hand over his eyes. "Um...Ivanova? Are you okay?"

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suzotchka March 30 2006, 04:11:10 UTC
"I'm fine, I'm fine," she grumbled, hiking up the towel. Unfortunately, in order to get it high enough to cover the red letters, it wouldn't be covering bits further south. She stood up and glared in his general direction. "Not. One. Fragging. Word."

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anole_x March 30 2006, 04:31:27 UTC
"Not one word from me," Viictor said, his eyes still covered by his hand. He quickly felt his way back into his room and shut the door, trying really hard to keep his blushing down.

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suzotchka March 30 2006, 04:37:59 UTC
Ivanova quickly hurried back into her own room, desperately hoping that the crayon would get off before she went over to Tonks'.

What is it with her and breaking the frosh lately?

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