Around the Dorm, Saturday Morning

[swerval_zero]

A petite girl with bright pink hair and eclectic clothes went to and fro, carrying her things across the lawn and upstairs to room 220. Occasionally she would stop to swear, kick something, or rest for a few minutes. Throughout the whole process a pink cockatoo sat on her shoulder, offering occasional helpful commentary such as, "ARE YOU MY MUMMY?"

((OOC: Zero's back! Open open open! Come say hi. Carry something and she'll love you forever!))

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders shrugged. "Frak if I know. Some crap about it being for my own good, or something. And I think it might possibly have turned both of us gay. Sort of. Maybe."

[swerval_zero]

"Riiiiight. Clearly I can never leave Fandom for any appreciable length of time ever again. So," Zero gestured to Conner and back to Anders, a questioning look on her face.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner just coughed. "Yeah. Hi."

[swerval_zero]

"Treat him right or I'll hit you with a croquet mallet. Yeah?"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner? Somehow not up to arguing with the pink-haired girl. "Got it. Right."

[swerval_zero]

And Zero did a one-eighty into a little ball of sunshine. "Okay, swerval. Thanks for carryin' my stuff, Daisy, and Conner, it was very nice to meet you and thanks for carryin' my stuff also."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders never ceased to be impressed by that one-eighty, really.

"Hey, any time. You know lifting things is my specialty. Good to have you back, Zero."