Room 220 | Early Evening | Tuesday | September 14

[fratboybitch]

Alex had front loaded his classes this semester so, after Monday, he was done for the week. That was good times and bad sometimes. He loved the time off but he hated it when he had so much time that he got up in his head and started that whole cycle of self loathing

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[pastmewrong]

"Thought you were gonna quit that." Now she didn't have to worry about wandering in on Griff, it felt even easier for her to slip through the open door without announcement.

Knocking was for other people.

[fratboybitch]

"Quit what?" he asked, caught off guard enough by her sudden appearance that he forgot to be pissy. "I'm walking here."

[pastmewrong]

"Breaking your hand on things that can't hit back." Okay, this time he clearly wasn't actually breaking anything. But the pissiness was pretty obvious. To her at least.

[fratboybitch]

"My hands are fine," he pointed out, holding up both hands. "See? Nothing broken, nothing bruised. I haven't hit anything that hard."

Yet.

[give_areason]

"Having fun?" Rosalind called, a bit waspish, as she leaned against the wall outside his door. She could peer in that way, and arch an eyebrow at him.

[fratboybitch]

"Yep," he said shortly, glancing over at her. "I'm having fun and getting some exercise. Double trouble today."

[give_areason]

"How terrifying," she drawled in a way that implied it was anything but. "What's your issue today?"

[fratboybitch]

Alex threw her another look, half a glare and half trying to seem like he didn't give a damn.

"Who says I've got an issue?"