Room 220, Thursday Afternoon (after classes)

[swerval_zero]

After some handwavey phone calls to her friends, Zero donned her elf costume once more, propped the door open, and prepared to play--not Santa. Gift-Giving Elf Zerbie. That was the ticket.

There was a pile of presents on one of the room's twin beds, and a plate of freshly-mailed cookies from Zero's dad next to a rosemary bush hung with colorful safety pins on the desk. The refrigerator was dispensing egg nog milkshakes and Fish was warbling Christmas carols in Cantonese. Come on in!

((If you think Zero would be giving you a gift, drop on by!))

Comments

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, don't really have the money to go back," or the people to go back to, as much, but he wouldn't mention any of that now. "I am savin' up to get back to Mexico again, though. Slowly, but surely."

[swerval_zero]

"Maybe we'll get that record contract, an' that'll help with the Mexico Fund," Zero said hopefully.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"That would probably help with the Mexico Fund a lot," Chad's eyes got a little wide behind his curtain of hair. "Hey, any word on that, really, yet?"

[swerval_zero]

"Not yet. Parker handles all that stuff," Zero said with a shrug. "She's got the nerves for it. I should ask her about that, actually."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded, then seemed to almost sigh for a moment. "I really hope we get it."

[swerval_zero]

"I'll keep my fingers crossed," Zero promised.