Room 307, Thursday Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

Topher was beginning to accept one important inevitability: Ace was clearly going to live the rest of her life as a wolf puppy, and Topher would forever be resigned to feeding her (inappropriate starches), taking her on walks (to the roof) and cleaning up after her (not at all). It was a very unfortunate inevitability, not only because the walks and the not-quite-cleaning-up kind of qualified as work, but also because, you know, he wasn't going to have anyone to talk to in class tomorrow.

"And it sucks for you, too," he informed her from where he'd perched himself on his bed, typing away on his laptop. "Since you're not going to get to play with the robots. I bet tomorrow he'll let us make weapony ones, but nope. None for you. At all."

[[for the wolf puppy, but open after!]]

Comments

[upmysleeve.livejournal.com]

Was that supposed to motivate Ace to turn human again, like she hadn't been trying to for the last week already?

...When she wasn't busy playing tug-of-war with the closest blanket, wolf-pupping down inappropriate starches, or chasing her tail.

"Rrrraaroof!" she complained yippily, punctuating that with an attempt to gnaw on the toe of his shoe.