Room 402, Thursday Evening

[oncourtandstage]

Troy was on his bed, humming under his breath while paging through a copy of Rosenstern and Guildencrantz Have Died. No reason to be humming, really. And there wasn't a little box wrapped up beside him, in case someone dropped by -- or until he gave up and went looking for him. Of course there wasn't.

[Door's open, post is open!]

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[redintraining]

Sky saw Troy's door open on the way back from Turtle & Canary, so he poked his head in, in the process of taking a sip of pink Squishy.

[oncourtandstage]

Troy looked up when he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye. "Hey!" he said. "C'mon in! ... I thought pink wasn't your colour?" he added, grinning widely.

[redintraining]

Sky took a few steps in.

"Hey. There wasn't any Grape Judas today," he explained. "Sokka recommended Pink, and he's made good recommendations every other time, so I trusted his judgment. It's not bad."

[oncourtandstage]

Troy giggled. "... Yeah, but after last night..." He giggled a little more. "C'mon over," he added, shifting to make a little more room on the bed. "There's plenty of room."