Room 335 - Sunday Afternoon

[anole_x]

It was the weekend, and Victor was bored. And what does any bored almost-fifteen-year-old do when he's bored? Jump on the bed in nothing but his boxer briefs playing air guitar to Jimmy Eat World's "The Middle". Oh yeah!

Too bad he didn't close the door all the way. Oops...

[ooc: Feel free to stop by, or just stand outside and laugh. Whatever.]

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[walter_n_wires]

Thus, now would be the time for Walter to peek through the cracked door and snicker.

Heaven forfend he interrupt, though.

[walter_n_wires]

After waiting for the song to finish, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. "They're showing curling on the telly! Curling."

[anole_x]

"Wha?"

Victor stopped bouncing and looked at Walter. There was a good chance that he would've been embarrassed had it been someone else, but this was Walter. He was half-tempted to ask his boyfriend to join him.

"What's curling?"

[walter_n_wires]

"A sport I never expected to see on television. Crazy Scots invented it a few hundred years ago - sliding stones on ice and brushing the ice with brooms to make them bump into each other."

He hopped up on the bed and bounced experimentally. "Is this what you're doing instead of going to the gym today?"