Room 307, Thursday Morning
Jun. 7th, 2012 09:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dollpocalypseTopher glanced furtively up and down the hall as he reached his room, holding a plastic bag to his chest and hoping no one had seen him. Then, satisfied that he hadn't been spotted, he quickly unlocked the door and slipped inside.
He'd just come from a convenience store, you see, where he'd picked up something that he absolutely never wanted anyone else to see. Ever.
It was a stack of magazines. Specifically, magazines that... technically seemed to be geared to people looking for advice on... kissing and such. Or people looking for glossy pictures of Justin Bieber, but Topher's interest in this matter was strictly the former.
So, like a mature adult, he took his laptop and his stack of magazines and pulled his blankets up over his head, using the light from his laptop as a lamp, then started to read.
And occasionally highlight things. Shut up, okay?
[[open!]]
He'd just come from a convenience store, you see, where he'd picked up something that he absolutely never wanted anyone else to see. Ever.
It was a stack of magazines. Specifically, magazines that... technically seemed to be geared to people looking for advice on... kissing and such. Or people looking for glossy pictures of Justin Bieber, but Topher's interest in this matter was strictly the former.
So, like a mature adult, he took his laptop and his stack of magazines and pulled his blankets up over his head, using the light from his laptop as a lamp, then started to read.
And occasionally highlight things. Shut up, okay?
[[open!]]
