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Room 313 [all day]
Greg stared at his computer screen, trying to process the words his sister had written.
- better opportunities here -
- Mom wants to know WTF is up with a MUSIC class in *your* schedule, Greggie -
- Grandpa's sick again. We're putting him in a home - They wanted him to come home ( Read more... ) -
Room 313 [evening]
After finding his...son...in the common room, Greg took him back to his room and got out his gel.
"Okay, buddy," Greg said, grabbing the wee boy (who burst into giggles) around the middle. "Now hold still."
After a few moments, little Joshie's hair was standing straight up in little spikes.
[Open like whoa.] -
Room 313 [after classes]
If anyone came into Lucas and Greg's room (the door was open, after all), they'd see a pair of long, thin legs sticking out from under the bed and would hear what might sound amazingly like someone battling with a pair of socks ( Read more... ) -
Room 313 [morning]
Greg had been moping. Kind of a lot.
But sometimes, some things supercede moping. Such as sleep.
"Phrengle," Greg mumbled, rolling over and frowning as her hand hit her chest.
Another thing that supercedes moping would be boobs.
"...HOLY CRAP." -
Room 313 [after classes]
Greg was bored. Naturally, this meant he had to take care of things he'd been putting off for awhile.
So this is Greg, cleaning under his bed. Or, well, poking tentatively at things under his bed.
[For the shadows, and I have to dash off to work soon so not really open.] -
Room 313 [morning]
Greg slid a petri dish, which he'd set up on Peter's old desk as soon as his roommate had moved out, under his microscope, and smiled a little at the contents ( Read more... ) -
Somewhere in the Shenandoah Valley....
Having arrived safe and sound in spite of his driving, Greg was poking at the fire while Isabel...did whatever it is girls do in their tent. He wasn't really sure. Right then, he was kind of focused on not freaking out because of what was about to happen ( Read more... ) -
Room 313 [late afternoon]
Greg? Had not had a good morning. At all.
But a good way to take care of that was by working. So he had set up his microscope and was carefully peering through it at the short, dark hair he had been given a few weeks ago.
The door was cracked open, though, in spite of how absorbed he may have seemed. -
Stickbug A - Alcove A2 [evening]
Greg was curled up with his laptop, typing away at an email to his sister.
His back was to the door. Which would be convenient if anyone wanted to surprise him, for instance.
[Here for la girlfriend] -
Just outside Meerkat [late Monday evening]
Greg was bored. So Greg had checked his handy directory, and was now dialing someone's phone number. And waiting outside her cabin.
[Locked to me.]