Ken was rocking out to AC/DC while, get this, cleaning.

Something Meg had said apparently stuck with him.

His door was open, and the music was loud.

[ooc: So very open, especially to roomie or Ken's woman bitch fiancee girlfriend.]

Ken had dressed up nice (but no tie) for the second time this week. He had a box of chocolates shaped like a heart under one arm, and a surprise in his back pocket. He planned to make up for Tuesday in a big way.

He knocked on Meg's door.

Ken was doing what Ken always did.

Lie on his bed and listen to music.

Oh what an exciting man is he.

[ooc: Open]

Ken was lying on his bed, all contemplate-y and listening to music.

He didn't mind getting sort-of blown off yesterday. In fact, he was happy that Meg was making friends.

He was more contemplate-y why he wasn't making friends.

[ooc: Open!]

Ken woke up not feeling like himself. At all. Not that he noticed until he stretched happily, and went to the normal guy thing of scratching himself first thing in the morning ( Read more... )

Ken was lounging about today, as he didn't have anything to do. Being lazy was awesome.

His door was shut. But he'd answer it if anyone knocked.

[ooc: Open!]

Ken was relaxing on his bed after having Hockey earlier in the day. He had found his iPod, and was grooving to the music of AC/DC.

He was singing along. Pity anyone with ears nearby.

[ooc: Open.]

Ken led Meg back into the room, and instantly went foraging for his iPod.

"I got some music I want to play for you," he said.

[ooc: For Meg. Or Mack, if he cares to interrupt.]

"Dude, this phone officially has too many buttons. What the hell am I supposed to--" BEEEEP.

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