Didi (Death of the Endless) (
living_endless) wrote2009-10-22 08:03 pm
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Room 322, Thursday Evening
With most of her classes done for the week, Didi was curled up on her bed with some Halloween candy and her knitting project, as They Might Be Giants played on her stereo.
The maroon-and-grey thing she was knitting was a scarf. Definitely a scarf.
It might just turn out to be a scarf with thumbs.
[OOC: Open room post, yep!]
The maroon-and-grey thing she was knitting was a scarf. Definitely a scarf.
It might just turn out to be a scarf with thumbs.
[OOC: Open room post, yep!]
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But that was neither here nor there, was it? Jono was feeling more or less social tonight, and he hadn't seen Didi in a while, and, well... There was a dance coming up. And so on.
And such.
He was knocking on her door, yes. Because standing outside of it and fidgeting like an absolute plonker wasn't accomplishing anything.
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