[closed; in need of a closet]
Character(s): Damian Wayne & Superboy
Location: Nighttime, around Garden
Rating: G most likely
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Superboy's been in Garden for a week almost and he's not impressed with the lack of closets. Not impressed at all, and he won't be any more impressed when he bumps into Damian.
Did closets not exist in this stupid floating ship?
Conner stomped through the corridor with an air of frustration, a dark cloud of irritation over his head, the door of his dorm sliding shut behind him on a whisper of air. His dorm room had proven useless, it only had a bed and other minimal furnishings. No closet in sight. His dorm mate's room also came with no closet from what Conner had seen earlier. And now as he strode up and down the corridors in search of a dorm room that was unlocked and not in use ... so not worth it! Plus they were all locked, judging by the way the red lights were lit up on the keypads.
Superman's clone was aggravated, moody (nothing new), at the end of his short-temper fuse.
WHY COULD HE NOT FIND A CLOSET?!
Conner clenched his jaw, teeth grinding. All he wanted to do was grab a bit of shut eye, sleep properly. He didn't need M'gann worrying over him or wondering why his energy levels seemed so low. But there was just no way he could sleep or recharge on the mattress of his bed that was nearly as hard as the floor-- there had to be something...!
Location: Nighttime, around Garden
Rating: G most likely
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Superboy's been in Garden for a week almost and he's not impressed with the lack of closets. Not impressed at all, and he won't be any more impressed when he bumps into Damian.
Did closets not exist in this stupid floating ship?
Conner stomped through the corridor with an air of frustration, a dark cloud of irritation over his head, the door of his dorm sliding shut behind him on a whisper of air. His dorm room had proven useless, it only had a bed and other minimal furnishings. No closet in sight. His dorm mate's room also came with no closet from what Conner had seen earlier. And now as he strode up and down the corridors in search of a dorm room that was unlocked and not in use ... so not worth it! Plus they were all locked, judging by the way the red lights were lit up on the keypads.
Superman's clone was aggravated, moody (nothing new), at the end of his short-temper fuse.
WHY COULD HE NOT FIND A CLOSET?!
Conner clenched his jaw, teeth grinding. All he wanted to do was grab a bit of shut eye, sleep properly. He didn't need M'gann worrying over him or wondering why his energy levels seemed so low. But there was just no way he could sleep or recharge on the mattress of his bed that was nearly as hard as the floor-- there had to be something...!