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Room 206, Friday Afternoon
Feb. 20th, 2016 03:04 amIsabela was having an awesome week. Sure there was something in the air, but let's face it, it was only magnifying urges that were already there and taking care of them was proving to be tremendous fun.
The only disappointment was that not even whatever was responsible was enough to overcome beardy repression, and Obi-Wan and Anakin hadn't flung themselves at each other in class. But that was what fiction was for!
Thus Isabela was sprawled out on her bed, trying to come up with pick up lines involving a hatred of sand that didn't sound completely daft. It was hard.
[Open door, open post.]
The only disappointment was that not even whatever was responsible was enough to overcome beardy repression, and Obi-Wan and Anakin hadn't flung themselves at each other in class. But that was what fiction was for!
Thus Isabela was sprawled out on her bed, trying to come up with pick up lines involving a hatred of sand that didn't sound completely daft. It was hard.
[Open door, open post.]
