Emma Grace Frost (
icecoldfrost) wrote2010-03-25 10:08 am
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Room 528, Thursday Morning
Emma had skipped class yesterday, preferring instead to cocoon herself in a pile of blankets and try to sleep-off her powers hangover. She didn't need to give herself a worse migraine by listening to Professor Dèmon prattle on, no matter how entertaining and well-intentioned he was.
She was feeling a bit better today, however, and was bored with sleeping. She'd ventured out of her room long enough for a shower and to steal a movie from the common room, and was now curled up on her bed again, happily humming along.
Hopefully her furred roommate wouldn't mind her choice of entertainment.
[Door and post are open! ETA: Now on SP as I go to the internet-less job.]
She was feeling a bit better today, however, and was bored with sleeping. She'd ventured out of her room long enough for a shower and to steal a movie from the common room, and was now curled up on her bed again, happily humming along.
Hopefully her furred roommate wouldn't mind her choice of entertainment.
[Door and post are open! ETA: Now on SP as I go to the internet-less job.]
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Right up until the break with reality, anyway.
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He leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Do you know why it went wrong, or were you just exhausted?"
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He sighed and flopped backward on the bed. "I don't like feeling so damned useless."
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