Room 406, Thursday evening

[soldtoarmenians]

The door's open, but there's a whiteboard propped on a box in the hallway next to it that says,

"Last night in 406 before I move down to the first floor. Wander in if you want, unless you're a vampire. There's foodity. ~Xander (the one without the accent)"

Inside, Xander's desktop is pretty much empty of everything but a selection of snacks and

Comments

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yeah, but some of us are really old, so we balance it out," Xander said, waving at her.

[threeweapons]

Faithful cackled and went over to poke at Xander's ankle with a claw. Alanna blinked. "What's my cat doing? Actually, don't answer that. And yay, you're not leaving!"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander smiled. which was actually hard to do with a cat poking his ankle. "Not for now, nope. Just migrating downstairs."

[threeweapons]

"The first floor is cool." Faithful? Still poking.

[soldtoarmenians]

"It's where the teachers live, which'll be kinda weird, but the rooms are bigger. And they've got weetiny kitchen-things, which is nifty."

Xander? Still pretending to ignore the poking. Ow.

[threeweapons]

Alanna pouted. "I didn't have a weetiny kitchen-thing. No fair."

That's going to leave a mark.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I think it's because the camp counselor types count as teachers. Which... does not help with the feeling old. But I'm not looking gift-perks in the mouth; it'll be nice to still be around here and not have to find an apartment in town or something."

Xander poked Faithful gently on the head, without looking down at him.

[threeweapons]

Alanna frowned at Faithful. "Okay, this is ending now." She leaned down to pick up the cat and found him firmly attached to Xander's pant leg. "How attached are you to these pants?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander stared down at Faithful. "More attached than he is, hopefully, because they're not coming off in a room full of people, thanks. Twice is enough."

[threeweapons]

Alanna pulled at the cat. "You might just loose a few inches of cloth." She pulled at him again. Faithful dug in even more. "I think he likes you?" The cat cackled.