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Room 227, Friday Afternoon
Jul. 20th, 2012 09:53 pmNatalie was spending Friday like the exceptional example of teenagerhood she was. Sitting in front of her computer.
... To her credit, at least she wasn't studying, for once. She'd just been emailing her dad about going home next week to catch some of the comedy festival, like she and Sam had planned to. While she'd managed to mostly get over her twitchy meta feelings, there was still a bit of a niggling doubt in the back of her mind about whether they'd actually get to go there. But, she wasn't going to stop planning over that.
And now with her emails sent, she was idly munching on some Pocky and watching newly subbed anime, like the good little geek she was. It was her Friday and she'd spend however she pleased.
[ooc: Open door/post!]
... To her credit, at least she wasn't studying, for once. She'd just been emailing her dad about going home next week to catch some of the comedy festival, like she and Sam had planned to. While she'd managed to mostly get over her twitchy meta feelings, there was still a bit of a niggling doubt in the back of her mind about whether they'd actually get to go there. But, she wasn't going to stop planning over that.
And now with her emails sent, she was idly munching on some Pocky and watching newly subbed anime, like the good little geek she was. It was her Friday and she'd spend however she pleased.
[ooc: Open door/post!]
