Room 317, Friday Afternoon

[chief_cheerio]

Yeah, so Quinn was at loose ends once she got back from class and her workout. She even would have appreciated another crazy phone message, but no such luck

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[notmyownage]

Claudia wandered in some time after her sea dogs class and paused in the doorway, watching Quinn for a few moments.

". . . What are you doing?"

[chief_cheerio]

"Color-coding my sweaters," Quinn said, with a slight, defiant, tilt to her chin, as if it were a perfectly normal activity and not the first stop on the train to OCD crazytown.

[notmyownage]

Claudia nodded slowly, a bit the way one would when one's roommate was at the first stop on the train to OCD crazytown. ". . . Why?"

[chief_cheerio]

"So all of the pink sweaters are together, the blue ones are all together, the white ones..."

Quinn's wardrobe wasn't actually so large that there were an enormous number of sweaters, so she quickly ran out of examples to gesture at. She glanced over to Claudia.

"And because there is nothing to do today. At least this way I'm being productive."

In a train-to-crazytown kinda way.