Room 511, Tuesday Afternoon
You really don't want to know how many teeth brushings it takes to get the smell of tamales off your breath. Talk about experiences coming back to haunt you... But they were soooo good.
Much safer for the comfort and well-being of anyone who actually had to talk to you were the nachos Francine had snatched on her way out of class, which were currently sitting on the corner of her bed as she lay sprawled out with her Child Development book.
Okay, her closed Child Development book, a note from Firekeeper marking her place, and an open copy of Buttercup's Baby. What? It was... sort of related. It totally counted as studying! Plus, tomorrow was her birthday, which totally counted as a child development research project, right? Thus, she was totally not slacking off. Totally.
[OOC: Expecting the ears, but open!]
Much safer for the comfort and well-being of anyone who actually had to talk to you were the nachos Francine had snatched on her way out of class, which were currently sitting on the corner of her bed as she lay sprawled out with her Child Development book.
Okay, her closed Child Development book, a note from Firekeeper marking her place, and an open copy of Buttercup's Baby. What? It was... sort of related. It totally counted as studying! Plus, tomorrow was her birthday, which totally counted as a child development research project, right? Thus, she was totally not slacking off. Totally.
[OOC: Expecting the ears, but open!]