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Room 322, Friday Lunchtime
Dec. 12th, 2014 11:45 amAnders' classes were over for the semester, which left him the very good question of what to do with himself for the next three weeks. He'd woken up restless and tried poking at Tumblr about bisexuality, which mainly left him confused and vaguely angry; he'd then tried to teach Lachlan to walk on a leash, which left him with an angry cat and a deep scratch along the outside of one arm.
He was still pouting at his cat when he retreated to his dorm room to read a halfway-decent grimoire on offensive magic that he'd liberated from the Magic Box. He absently created and suppressed tiny flames with his left hand for practice while turning pages with his right -- which went splendidly until Lachlan jumped up onto the bed and startled Anders into scorching his blanket.
It was possibly not the day to play with fire.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post, bored player.]
He was still pouting at his cat when he retreated to his dorm room to read a halfway-decent grimoire on offensive magic that he'd liberated from the Magic Box. He absently created and suppressed tiny flames with his left hand for practice while turning pages with his right -- which went splendidly until Lachlan jumped up onto the bed and startled Anders into scorching his blanket.
It was possibly not the day to play with fire.
[OOC: Cracked door, open post, bored player.]
