Room 311, Saturday Morning
Feb. 12th, 2011 09:26 amWesley was going hunting with Katniss later, which fell under the category of Probably A Date, How Weird Is My Life Right Now, so he was getting dressed. Suffice it to say that his hunting clothes were not all that similar to his normal clothes. Normal clothes were button-downs and slacks and sometimes a tie (ahem, Valentine's Day Dance). Hunting clothes were apparently sweatpants, which he didn't even know he owned until he did some digging through his stuff, and a T-shirt that he usually wore to bed. So.
Once he was dressed, he opened the door just a bit and sat down, idly drumming his fingers on the bed.
That was what he was doing when the aghast face of a nine-year-old girl popped up in the hall.
[open! feel free to pop by if you feel like meeting argumentative lilah-child, zomg]
Once he was dressed, he opened the door just a bit and sat down, idly drumming his fingers on the bed.
That was what he was doing when the aghast face of a nine-year-old girl popped up in the hall.
[open! feel free to pop by if you feel like meeting argumentative lilah-child, zomg]
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Date: 2011-02-12 03:54 pm (UTC)"Well, yes," he replied, a little awkwardly. "I mean, I'm in high school."
Then a terrifying thought hit him. "Your father, ah, in your world -- he is quite a bit older than I am, yes?"
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Date: 2011-02-12 03:56 pm (UTC)Okay, that called for a distraction. "Could we get breakfast?" she asked sweetly.
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Date: 2011-02-12 03:58 pm (UTC)"Yes, certainly," he said, and gathered up his wallet from the table. Except, wait. "We just have to make a quick stop by someone else's dormitory, if that's all right? She's expecting me."
And with that, he led his nine-year-old daughter out of the room and over to Katniss'. This was going to be a weird day.