Dorm, UC-Sunnydale, Late Sunday Afternoon

[life_inshadow]

Tara looked up from her laptop screen -- which held a half-finished essay on Roman statuary for her art history class -- and rubbed her forehead. She liked college. She did. It was just the actually writing academic papers, with cited sources and proper grammar, was a little challenging after three and a half years in which her classes were called

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[not_a_parakeet]

Warren needed to... do something. The ideal option, of course, would be to leap out a window somewhere and take to the sky, but things being what they were, that wasn't exactly an option around here.

Another option would be to actually do his homework, which he was quickly learning generally involved finding some hidey-hole to hunker down in where his roommate couldn't find him. He'd even gotten as far as packing up his laptop and making his way through the hallways of the dormitory before coming to the realization that he'd been staring at the same paper for three days, and he'd gotten as far as the opening paragraph and putting his notes into some semblance of order.

He needed a sanity break.

So...

"Knock knock?"

[life_inshadow]

"Hey," Tara said, looking vastly relieved. "So weird you're stopping by. I was wondering if I should go find you before I spent my whole night on videos of baby animals."

Though, in all fairness, baby animals were pretty cute. But so was Warren.

[not_a_parakeet]

In his own terribly twitchy sort of way?

"There's nothing the matter with baby animals," Warren decided with a wry little smile. "For all that either of us has turned into one somewhere along the way, anyhow."

... Okay, he was actually somewhat fortunate that the budgie that he'd turned into a few times hadn't been a baby. Those things were hideous.

"Having a bored Sunday, huh?"

[life_inshadow]

Tara looked contemplative. "I don't think I was actually a baby guinea pig," she offered. "And, um, not so much bored as ... my brain died? I think trying to write about the influence of Christianity on Roman sculpture killed it."

Silly brain.

She waved him in. "C'mon in. Roomie went home for the weekend."