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[iamkurogane]

Classes are fine. 
Idiot keeps rearranging our room--why can't he get it thought his head that I don't want to sleep that close to him?
Also. That dog ate the ridiculous piece of cake the idiot was trying to make me eat. ... I want to trade my roommate in for it. The dog. Not the cake.
Most of the people in the martial arts club are fuckwits.

Comments

[icyaccountant]

You should nail down the furniture so he can't move it around.

[iamkurogane]

It's no use. On nights where the furniture is right, he sleeps in my desk chair.

[icyaccountant]

...Seriously? Wow. I don't wanna say anything, but it sounds like he really, really likes you.

[iamkurogane]

If you don't want to say anything, then don't.

[chrysaline]

Nail your bed to the wall?

[iamkurogane]

Bobby suggested that. My idiot roommate sleeps in my desk chair on nights when the furniture is right.

[chrysaline]

He did? I didn't read the thread.

On the chair? Why?

[iamkurogane]

Yeah.
Hell if I know.

[leatherzombie]

Sounds like a pain.

[iamkurogane]

Figure that out all by yourself?

[leatherzombie]

I guess, yeah.

[iamkurogane]

Hang on, let me applaud.

[nicfitmisfit]

Who's your roomie?

[iamkurogane]

sketchindoggies

[nicfitmisfit]

He's a fucking fruit.

[iamkurogane]

Thanks.

[mongrelprof]

He does like cake.

His name is Padfoot, you know.

[iamkurogane]

Padfoot, huh?

[mongrelprof]

He'll respond to that, yes. If he feels like it. Sometimes he also responds to Princess Henrietta. I'm not quite sure why.

[iamkurogane]

... You called him Princess Henrietta?