Room 505, Saturday Morning
Feb. 15th, 2014 07:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notacokepersonThis was not Karina's morning.
First she'd woken up to Evan's stuff in her room, like he was moving in, only no one had told her. Which was terrible enough and, yes, she only knew it was Evan's stuff because she'd checked and he was lame enough to write his name in his textbooks. Lame. God, what a loser.
Then he'd come along and made it worse. Like, oh sure, she was just going to bow down and let him move in? As if.
(The only thing that salvaged the morning was that he was just as cranky as she was.)
"I don’t care what the room listings say," she snapped. "You're not staying here. This is my room."
It wasn't the first time she'd said it. It was... probably not going to be the last, since this conversation was going nowhere fast.
[For Evan and assorted family!]
First she'd woken up to Evan's stuff in her room, like he was moving in, only no one had told her. Which was terrible enough and, yes, she only knew it was Evan's stuff because she'd checked and he was lame enough to write his name in his textbooks. Lame. God, what a loser.
Then he'd come along and made it worse. Like, oh sure, she was just going to bow down and let him move in? As if.
(The only thing that salvaged the morning was that he was just as cranky as she was.)
"I don’t care what the room listings say," she snapped. "You're not staying here. This is my room."
It wasn't the first time she'd said it. It was... probably not going to be the last, since this conversation was going nowhere fast.
[For Evan and assorted family!]
