Servant's Quarters, Room 5; Monday Afternoon.

[thedarkevangel]

Evangeline lay in the middle of her floor, her limbs slightly spread out, staring at the ceiling. She supposed she could have just laid on the bed, but she needed a change of scenery. It was all she really felt like doing at the moment; at least it was somewhat quiet at the moment. And when you were as old as she was and had all of eternity to

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[fumoffu_fmp]

Sousuke was still trying to deal with the ruins of his dorm room. The furniture he'd shoveled into the hallway was finally being taken care of. He seemed to be trying to decide which parts were combustible and which were recyclable. Somewhat loudly, and definitely outside Evangeline's door.

[thedarkevangel]

Evangeline winced. There went that moment...

Heaving a heavy, victimized sigh, she rolled over onto her stomach, angling herself toward the door, glaring out of it as if that would make the explosions stop. She hated her neighbours. She totally picked the wrong room. She waited, seeing if they'd cease, because she really didn't want to have to go and kick her foot through Zim's head again or something.

[fumoffu_fmp]

Sousuke was sitting out there, holding a chair leg, and giving it a confused look. It was made from wood. Wood was combustible. But paper was made from wood. Paper was recyclable. He frowned at it.

Hearing the sigh, he looked over in Evangeline's direction. "Excuse me... do you know if this should go in the recycling or in the trash? I'm not familiar with the regulations regarding trash sorting in this building." Was he serious? Oh, yes. Very.

[thedarkevangel]

Evangeline frowned at him, and, getting comfortable with belly down, she propped up her chin in her hand, elbows on the floor.

"It's a chair leg," she said, blinking, stating it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, because it was, and that it had to be the most stupid question she'd ever heard in her life. Which had been pretty long so far.