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vanillajello) wrote2010-03-11 03:42 pm
vanillajello) wrote2010-03-11 03:42 pm
Room 324, Late Thursday Morning
"-- So then what? ...Oh, oh, like in that movie? You know. ...What do you mean, you don't? We watched it like three times in a row last spring when I had the-- Yes. That one. With the guy with the hair and the--"
Back in Overland Park, T was out, for some reason or other.
It meant that here in Fandom, Kate was sprawled on her bed with her phone clamped to her ear, getting updated on the stupid things morning television had to offer, and the things T would've liked to do later in the day if she wouldn't have been likely to be too lazy and too high to leave the house.
Kate was snickering a lot. "... Eww, T, that's disgusting."
There were worse ways to spend a morning.
[ooc: Door half-open, post completely so, do feel free to interrupt. No one's doing anything even remotely useful. Myself included.]
Back in Overland Park, T was out, for some reason or other.
It meant that here in Fandom, Kate was sprawled on her bed with her phone clamped to her ear, getting updated on the stupid things morning television had to offer, and the things T would've liked to do later in the day if she wouldn't have been likely to be too lazy and too high to leave the house.
Kate was snickering a lot. "... Eww, T, that's disgusting."
There were worse ways to spend a morning.
[ooc: Door half-open, post completely so, do feel free to interrupt. No one's doing anything even remotely useful. Myself included.]