Room 307, Monday Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

On his way back from that stupid tent yesterday, Topher had stolen cushions from various couches in the dorm building, which meant that there were now several dozen pillows piled up in his bed. (Some were always there. Most of them, not so much.) You could barely even see the Space Battles sheets underneath all of them!

However, he was no longer eating ice cream. That was because ice cream tended to melt if he sat and ate a whole tub all in one go, which was really the only way he wanted to do it. So instead, he had moved on to cake. A cake that had come pre-frosted from the grocery store, sure, but now it had Funfetti on it too.

SHUT UP. HE WAS HUNGRY.

[[Closed door, open post! Was supposed to be up early enough to beat timezone suck, BUT SOMEONE BEAT ME. Whatevs.]]

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Kenzi had looked around for Peter, listened to Radio, then checked; and he was home moping. Sulking. Whatevs.

Seriously.

Now she was knocking on Topher's door. "Open up, Topher! Or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll pick the lock!"