Room 335 - Sunday Evening

Feb 26, 2006 16:59

Victor sat on his bed, playing catch with Bot. Every so often, he'd wad up a piece of paper and throw it to pup, who'd attack and shred it immediately.

To say he was plotting would probably be appropriate.

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walter_n_wires February 27 2006, 00:21:45 UTC
Out of habit, Walter knocked before letting himself in.

He watched Pup chasing bits of paper and smiled before sitting down with Victor. "There. I spent the day doing things for no one but myself."

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anole_x February 27 2006, 00:50:12 UTC
Victor smiled and wrapped his arm around Walter. "Good. Do you feel better now?"

[ooc: Sorry. The usual.]

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walter_n_wires February 27 2006, 00:57:31 UTC
"I didn't feel bad to begin with," Walter said as he relaxed against his boyfriend. "How as your day been? Your room looks to be in one piece, so I assume Pup was good."

[ooc: No problem, as usual. ^^]

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anole_x February 27 2006, 01:00:13 UTC
"I meant about the spaghetti-fingers. Is that any better? But yeah, Pup's been good. I've been keeping him occupied with paper."

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