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Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday afternoon
Wednesday, February 7th, 2007 08:30 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
walter-n-wires.livejournal.comWalter was... playing chicken with the couch?
He just wanted to get past it to get to the kitchenette, but every time he went around (and he's fast, mind you) either the couch would get in his way, the coffee table would knock him in the shins, or one of the chairs would run up behind him and knock the back of his legs to make him fall into it.
He was about to move on to jumping over everything and just standing on the kitchen counter.
Little did he know that the couch was ready for that with cushion missiles.
[ooc: Open as common rooms will be.]
He just wanted to get past it to get to the kitchenette, but every time he went around (and he's fast, mind you) either the couch would get in his way, the coffee table would knock him in the shins, or one of the chairs would run up behind him and knock the back of his legs to make him fall into it.
He was about to move on to jumping over everything and just standing on the kitchen counter.
Little did he know that the couch was ready for that with cushion missiles.
[ooc: Open as common rooms will be.]
