soldtoarmenians: (listening2)
soldtoarmenians ([personal profile] soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-04-07 02:02 am

Room 406, Laaaaaaate... Thursday or possibly Early Friday

It's... entirely possible that someone randomly happened to stay up late enough to listen to the live radio broadcast instead of downloading it, for a change.

It's vaguely possible that someone -- alongside the breakfast muffins for his apparently passed-out-over-her-homework roomie -- brought home extra coffee just so he'd be awake that late, but there's really no way you could ever prove that.

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{Open for Teh Roomie whenever she awakens, if so desired.}

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel dodged. Barely. And then grabbed her own pillow, spinning around and attempting to whack Xander in the side. "They'll think DIRTY!" she laughed.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Eewww! I don't need that mental image," she giggled as she moved in to attack again. "Certain things are just better off never, ever imagined." She lifted the pillow up high, aiming right for Xander's head.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Breathless and giggling as well, Isabel put down the pillow and dropped down in a sprawl next to Xander on his bed. After a few elbows to the side, and some wiggles and they wound up settled side by side on the bed. A bit squished but, comfy.

"Xander?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"You know I love you right?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-04-08 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel didn't say anthing, just tipped her head a bit to the side so that it rested up against Xander's shoulder.