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by137

Room 402; Thursday Evening.

Jan 24, 2008 20:31

A.J. was bored. Bored, bored, bored. So he tried to think of some of the things he could do. Let's see. He still didn't have an invention for class; he could work on that. He still hadn't finished reading that book Beauty gave him forever ago; he could read that. He technically hadn't finished his dresser project; he could finish that ( Read more... )

art, room 402, annette, troy

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misshargrove January 25 2008, 01:45:17 UTC

Annette walked right on in, realized that she walked right on in, and stepped back out. "Hey! What's up?"

by137 January 25 2008, 01:48:39 UTC

"Did you just totally walk in and then walk back out?" A.J. asked, not moving his glance from the bed's leg that he was watching as his hand seemed to move on its own in sketching it. He smirked, with a small snort of a laugh.

misshargrove January 25 2008, 01:50:12 UTC

"I totally so did," she grinned wide. "Whatcha doin'?" It was obvious, but Annette would always be Annette.

by137 January 25 2008, 01:52:47 UTC

"Drawing," A.J. answered back, just as obviously. "You know it's totally okay to just come in, right? Or did you want a formal invitation?"

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oncourtandstage January 25 2008, 02:05:22 UTC

Troy bounced into the room, high on endorphins from a run. "Hey!" he said, flouncing down onto his bed.

by137 January 25 2008, 02:07:30 UTC

A.J. smirked a little, idly working on the shading on that dust bunny under his bed. "You've been running, haven't you?" He could just feel the hyper radiating off of Troy; it was, like, suffocating him. In a good, amused way.

oncourtandstage January 25 2008, 02:10:07 UTC

"... You can tell?" Troy asked. He hesitated over his next words. "So, uh. I know I kinda... freaked out a little at the beginning of term. But... we're good, right?"

by137 January 25 2008, 02:11:50 UTC

"'Course I can tell," A.J. said, his voice dropping a little over what Troy had continued on with. "You get this, like, after running aura. And of course we're good. I mean, you know I'm good, so as long as you're good..." He lifted his eyes from the sketchbook toward his roommate, as if trying to add to the fact that he meant it with his expression.

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