Room 222, Saturday Morning
Mar. 6th, 2010 07:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwiiiWhile Warren's day typically started with a grunt and a stretch and overall reluctance to leave the comfort and warmth of his bed, today seemed to have a few extra rituals tacked on, for good measure.
The first was to sit bolt-upright, twist around, and make a grab at his alarm clock. Shit, he was late for his shift at The Paper Lantern.
The second was to sort of freeze, narrowing his eyes at the clock as he realized that this one wasn't his. This was followed by a moment to actually gather his wits, look around the room, and realize that it wasn't the only thing that wasn't his, actually.
And, upon finally making his way out of bed, opening to the door, and peering at the number on it, he found himself mildly confused but mostly unsurprised that the dorm number he'd wound up in was a floor and some doors down from the room he used to call his. At least 222 was easy to remember.
"Fandom," he grunted, shaking his head and making his way back into the room, careful to not let the little white kitten at his feet slip out into the hallway. "Go figure."
[Open for roomies or visitors of all shapes and sizes! Mmmm, AU. I missed Warren 1.0, and so, lo, here he is for the weekend.]
The first was to sit bolt-upright, twist around, and make a grab at his alarm clock. Shit, he was late for his shift at The Paper Lantern.
The second was to sort of freeze, narrowing his eyes at the clock as he realized that this one wasn't his. This was followed by a moment to actually gather his wits, look around the room, and realize that it wasn't the only thing that wasn't his, actually.
And, upon finally making his way out of bed, opening to the door, and peering at the number on it, he found himself mildly confused but mostly unsurprised that the dorm number he'd wound up in was a floor and some doors down from the room he used to call his. At least 222 was easy to remember.
"Fandom," he grunted, shaking his head and making his way back into the room, careful to not let the little white kitten at his feet slip out into the hallway. "Go figure."
[Open for roomies or visitors of all shapes and sizes! Mmmm, AU. I missed Warren 1.0, and so, lo, here he is for the weekend.]
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Date: 2010-03-06 06:24 pm (UTC)Oh, way to confuse her even worse.
But the rest of it she understood! "Crayons and people!"
Kururu flailed excitedly.
... very preschoolery, yes.
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Date: 2010-03-06 06:27 pm (UTC)This earned a sigh while Warren crouched down, holding out his hand for her to step up onto. That seemed like the safest way to get her out of here without accidentally stepping on her, at least. And it meant that he could put the mystery kitten down and pick up the paper in his other hand.
"Come on, then. Let's get you set up somewhere else."
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Date: 2010-03-06 06:45 pm (UTC)"Let's go!" she cheered. "Up and away! (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/1860921.html)"