Room 407; Wednesday Evening [ 04/15 ].

[not_a_mused]

Cal hadn't really expected swordfighting to be so...tiring. He was more than happy to just get back to his room, flopping on his bed with two bottles of Faygo, one for himself and one for Dinah when she got here. At least he hadn't tripped, though, and people seemed to really enjoy it. Dinah and Amber were good. And, really, he had to count

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[blondecanary]

Dinah had taken a shower, but not bothered to dry her hair; swordfights in front of onlookers had been pushing the envelope of attractive exertion there. But wow, that had been fun. Tomorrow would have to be changed up a bit, see what else they could do with it....

She knocked on the door, humming and hopeful that her secret would still blow Cal's out of the water, even if she was beginning to suspect it wouldn't.

[not_a_mused]

"Enter, rapscallion English k-niggit!" Cal called out, unable to help himself as he took another sip of his Ruby Red pop. "I know it is you, for I could smell you coming from a furlong away!"

[blondecanary]

"Just how often do you go around sniffing furlongs?" Dinah asked, peeking in the door and then walking in with a grin. "Does your roommate know about that?"

[not_a_mused]

"See, that's just it," Cal said, shifting so that there was plenty of room for Dinah to sit on the bed with him, holding out a bottle of Moon Mist for her. "We've each our own power. I can smell for furlongs; he can hear that far."