Room 504, Friday Afternoon
Alex had a project. And, for once, it did not involve his Xbox. Or anything sharp, unless you counted an X-acto knife. Sure, he could kill someone with it, but he wasn't planning to, so he totally didn't count it. He'd looked up the information he needed yesterday at handwavey shut up work, then done some shopping, and today, as soon as he got out of Cyclops--he meant Mr. Summers--class, he cleared all the crap off his desk so he could get to work.
Okay, he moved it all onto his bed, and probably when he wanted to sleep he'd move it to the floor of his closet, but whatever, his desk was now a clear workspace for his grand project...which was carefully and meticulously transforming two meta forMy Little Ponies into one of Loki's kids. It was too soon for it now, but he wanted to have it ready to deploy when the moment was right.
And until that moment came, he could always just punch Loki more.
Despite the fact that it seriously compromised his privacy and expectation of secrecy, the door was open to let the glue and paint fumes dissipate.
((Open door, open post!))
Okay, he moved it all onto his bed, and probably when he wanted to sleep he'd move it to the floor of his closet, but whatever, his desk was now a clear workspace for his grand project...which was carefully and meticulously transforming two meta forMy Little Ponies into one of Loki's kids. It was too soon for it now, but he wanted to have it ready to deploy when the moment was right.
And until that moment came, he could always just punch Loki more.
Despite the fact that it seriously compromised his privacy and expectation of secrecy, the door was open to let the glue and paint fumes dissipate.
((Open door, open post!))