Room 406. Morning. Insofar as it's (shortly) before Noon.

Xander woke up to the sound of a querulous ribbit. Not to his alarm, because dude. Friday. No class until after lunch. Not to Isabel's alarm because he'd learned to tune it out pretty damn quick on days when she had earlier classes than him. But worried frog? That had him sitting up in bed.

( Wah? )