short story 1: a tale of roommates

[toolshedarsenal]

[Mort really isn't sure what to think of this roommate thing. he's mostly been steering clear of the kid, and since he hasn't decorated a dorm door in a good fifteen years or so, he left that up to Harry. this morning's note under his cereal bowl, however, is making it painfully obvious that he needs to actually INTERACT. so he grabs a pair of

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[crawlngnmyskin]

[Tired teenager was sleeping, kthx.]

...Whu?

[OOC: slkjf I'm really sorry, but this'll have to be a placeholder, I'm falling asleep right here at the computer. Mind if we tag tomorrow?]

[toolshedarsenal]

... Apparently we have to pick each other's clothes today. Yours are right there. ... Sleep in, I don't really give a flying fuck, but don't pick me out anything ridiculous.

[and with that, he heads back to the couch to read until Harry decides to drag his butt out of bed]

((OOC: That's totally fine, bb. <3 No need to apologize for needing sleep!))

[crawlngnmyskin]

[Ugh, why do people always want to make him think first thing in the morning?]

What? Really?

[toolshedarsenal]

[he feels your pain. hence the offer to let him sleep]

Yep. [stretches out on the couch, somewhat of a picture of sloth, himself. PUTS HIS FEET ON THE COFFEE TABLE, even]