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gooseberryhigh2016-10-24 11:38 pm
bambae) wrote in gooseberryhigh2016-10-24 11:38 pm
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WHO: Ryan and Chris
WHAT: Shooting the shit, discussing new developments
WHEN: October 24
WHERE: Senior coppertail cabin
WARNING: Pg-13 for language Bc I mean - it's Chris
A lot of things had happened in a very short amount of time and Chris would be lying if he claimed he wasn't still thoroughly annoyed about their game yesterday. Tomorrow Sy wanted to start their crazy quidditch practice schedule and Chris was honestly just fucking exhausted with everything and everyone.
He looked both exhausted and annoyed when he slunk into his cabin after classes. He noticed Ryan lounging on his bed like he belonged here and gave him a half hearted nod. "Sup?" He asked, dumping his books onto his desk. Chris was usually - oddly - tidy, especially with his own living space but he didn't give a shit how untidy that pile of books looked right now. Chris aggressively tugged free his tie and shrugged out of his uniform jacket and tossed them in the general direction of his desk before he collapsed into his bed. "Sup?" He asked again. "Already said that."
WHAT: Shooting the shit, discussing new developments
WHEN: October 24
WHERE: Senior coppertail cabin
WARNING: Pg-13 for language Bc I mean - it's Chris
A lot of things had happened in a very short amount of time and Chris would be lying if he claimed he wasn't still thoroughly annoyed about their game yesterday. Tomorrow Sy wanted to start their crazy quidditch practice schedule and Chris was honestly just fucking exhausted with everything and everyone.
He looked both exhausted and annoyed when he slunk into his cabin after classes. He noticed Ryan lounging on his bed like he belonged here and gave him a half hearted nod. "Sup?" He asked, dumping his books onto his desk. Chris was usually - oddly - tidy, especially with his own living space but he didn't give a shit how untidy that pile of books looked right now. Chris aggressively tugged free his tie and shrugged out of his uniform jacket and tossed them in the general direction of his desk before he collapsed into his bed. "Sup?" He asked again. "Already said that."