Slumber Party in the Mess Hall

[soviet_catboy]

[Sleeping bags, pillows, bean bag chairs, snacks, stupid pajamas, horror movies, nail polish, and talking about boys. Necoco is wearing this.]

Wanna play "Fuck, Marry, Kill'? Or are you tired?

((Mingle.))

Comments

[nosenolimits]

[speaking of being randomly teleported: this guy wasn't wearing pants for some reason. HOW YOU DOIN' PILLOW CENSOR BAR.]

... ... What the Hell kind of question is that?

[soviet_catboy]

...

One that you ask someone with no pants? You're not allowed to judge me, dude.

[nosenolimits]

... I was in the middle of somethin'.

[soviet_catboy]

Grody.

[nosenolimits]

Not like I had a choice.

[soviet_catboy]

Nah, it's cool. Just givin' you a hard time.

[nosenolimits]

Geez, don't I feel special.

[rummaging around for a sheet]

[soviet_catboy]

[Hands him a flannel blanket thing]

I've been in worse situations, y'know?

[nosenolimits]

[thanks dude you're a real bro. flannel kilt time!!]

I sure do.

[soviet_catboy]

See? Now you just look Scottish and dashing.

Were you sleepin'?

[nosenolimits]

"Now"? Hey, word on the street says I'm always dashing.

[IGNORING THAT QUESTION SKILLFULLY]

[soviet_catboy]

Well, with hair that awesome, it's hard not to be. ♥

[nosenolimits]

Must've been sent here to up the awesome quota.

[soviet_catboy]

Thank God you arrived. It was just a bunch of nerdy superheroes and me, for a while there.

Hungry?

[nosenolimits]

Now there's a question I can answer. Always.

[soviet_catboy]

[PRESENT: Cheez-Its]

There's a lot of this stuff.