Room 308, Thursday, midday
Okay, so it had been a long, messed-up kinda weekend -- the carnival, which rocked, and then the homecoming dance, catching up with old friends, and then everyone going insane -- not to mention some of her clandestine activities Monday -- but she and Reno were kinda better -- she thought -- and her roommate had totally bought her new earrings, which was sweet of her, and more importantly: her roommate wasn't a crazy junkie any more. Like Dojima not being pregnant and Reno not being his own evil twin.
She was lying sprawled out on her bed. She was all packed for Italy, and she didn't have the newspaper meeting for another couple of hours, and she was trying not to worry about either of those, in totally different ways.
Luckily, Peteys were anti-worry machines.
"Don't eat my hair," she giggled. "No. Dooooooooon't eat my hair. Why are you so bad?"
There was a happy chitter. Because he was stupid!
(OOC: Roomie modded with permission. Will be a linkdrop. Expecting one, but room and post are both wide open.)
She was lying sprawled out on her bed. She was all packed for Italy, and she didn't have the newspaper meeting for another couple of hours, and she was trying not to worry about either of those, in totally different ways.
Luckily, Peteys were anti-worry machines.
"Don't eat my hair," she giggled. "No. Dooooooooon't eat my hair. Why are you so bad?"
There was a happy chitter. Because he was stupid!
(OOC: Roomie modded with permission. Will be a linkdrop. Expecting one, but room and post are both wide open.)