Pixie Stix Cabin B3, Wednesday Night
Jul. 21st, 2010 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wesleynotponcy Wesley was in what one might call a mood. Insufferable weather and lack of classes to keep him occupied aside, he was bored out of his mind and kind of wishing he was back in Sunnydale, where at least there were enough people annoying him to keep him from getting bored. Plus it was Wednesday, which would be followed by Thursday, which was the day on which he had a class that he hated oh so very much.
He kept himself occupied for a while by practicing his fencing, going through some routines with a very very old sword that he'd been expressly instructed by his father not to bring to Fandom. Oh, details. The door was open a crack, and he was far enough away from it not to take someone's eye out if they walked in, but it would probably be a close call.
[open-est of opens! i'm on a computer instead of my phone for the first time in three weeks, so i thought i'd make the most of it.]
He kept himself occupied for a while by practicing his fencing, going through some routines with a very very old sword that he'd been expressly instructed by his father not to bring to Fandom. Oh, details. The door was open a crack, and he was far enough away from it not to take someone's eye out if they walked in, but it would probably be a close call.
[open-est of opens! i'm on a computer instead of my phone for the first time in three weeks, so i thought i'd make the most of it.]
