On Sunday evening, a very happy Simba had padded back up to the third floor and fallen asleep on the bed he'd woken up on for the past couple of days. After all the fun he'd had on the weekend, he was a very happy kitty
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If the roomie looked over he may have noticed a catatonic Nova hiding under his covers. Nova himself didn't recall seeing Hamlet all weekend, but he was equally perplexed by the torn sheets and fur that he had come home to Saturday and Sunday.
Right now though he was too busy convincing himself that he'd be alright if he never left his room again. He didn't even want to think about that Casanova guy. Being around someone he hadn't hit on all weekend was refreshing.
[ooc: Cheers to the roommate for being an adorable lion cub. Reading the musical number nearly killed me. XD]
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Right now though he was too busy convincing himself that he'd be alright if he never left his room again. He didn't even want to think about that Casanova guy. Being around someone he hadn't hit on all weekend was refreshing.
[ooc: Cheers to the roommate for being an adorable lion cub. Reading the musical number nearly killed me. XD]
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