Room 302, Monday Morning

[not_a_moonie]

It was an excellent day for a lazy morning in bed. Alana lounged on top of her blanket, novel in one hand and bowl of dry cereal at her fingertips

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante'd had a weird, screwed-up weekend and a stupid, screwed-up class. Which made him restless. Which meant he'd rummaged around the common room some, and he was lagging on his way back to his room.

Catching Alana's door at a probably-there-right-now crack? Calling it a relief would be a big word, but it wasn't a bad thing.

He rapped lightly on the doorframe. "I don't know if they have bingo on your planet, but it is the worst," he called, instead of a greeting.

[not_a_moonie]

"Is that the one with the cards that old ladies play?" Alana asked, crinkling her nose as she glanced up in greeting. "It looks boring. Did somebody make you play it?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"It's boring as fuck," Dante said, wedging the door open further with his foot. "Art class. Go figure."

[not_a_moonie]

"Come on in," Alana said, and finally closed the book to set it on her nightstand. "I'm not doing anything. But what does bingo have to do with art?"