Room 220, Saturday Evening

[swerval_zero]

Yes, Zero got back to her room sometime last night. She then slept until about two, as was her usual mode of operation on Saturdays, before handwavily shopping for provisions for the charity brunch tomorrow.

Now she has the door propped open with her handy brick and is sprawled out on the bed she uses as a sofa, watching TV and drinking a chocolate milkshake provided by her minifridge. Fish is perched on the bedframe, a strawberry milkshake of his own (to match his feathers) on the dresser next to him.

Life is good.

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Re: After room switching

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Peter said. "Yes, definitely stop by the third floor. It's much cooler than people give it credit for."

Peter looked at his watch. "I have no clue when Bridge and Rory will be getting to their rooms, so I should probably get going and create a nice baracade at my door to buy myself some time if they come to get me tonight."

Re: After room switching

[swerval_zero]

"I'll try to stall them if they come by here," she promised. "Go. Hide well. I don't want you killinated."

Re: After room switching

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Just in case I lose at not dying, though..." Peter moved over to Zero and kissed her. "Okay, I can die happy now."

Re: After room switching

[swerval_zero]

You can die a lot happier in the strikeouts Zero smiled softly as Peter left the room.

"ARE YOU MY MUMMY?"

"Shut up, Fish," she said happily.