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fandomhighdorms2012-09-10 06:43 pm
dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhighdorms2012-09-10 06:43 pm
Fourth Floor Common Room [Monday late afternoon]
Olive wasn't even feeling especially social or creative. But ever since her class that morning, she'd wanted cookies. And no, she was so not like, a gourmet cook at all, but she could buy refrigerated cookie dough with the best of them.
Shhh. She threw the packaging away and tossed the raw dough into a bowl so no one would know. She was sneaky. There was a batch of cooling chocolate-chip cookies resting on the counter already as she stared at the oven like it might produce state secrets or something. She'd turned on the television, for those who might not be super-into watching cookie dough rise, but she wasn't especially paying attention.
And no, she was not making these cookies for anyone but herself, regardless what certain parties might try to argue. But she'd share, probably. Unless you were obnoxious.
[open, la.]
Shhh. She threw the packaging away and tossed the raw dough into a bowl so no one would know. She was sneaky. There was a batch of cooling chocolate-chip cookies resting on the counter already as she stared at the oven like it might produce state secrets or something. She'd turned on the television, for those who might not be super-into watching cookie dough rise, but she wasn't especially paying attention.
And no, she was not making these cookies for anyone but herself, regardless what certain parties might try to argue. But she'd share, probably. Unless you were obnoxious.
[open, la.]
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She really was!
Yeul thought over the conversation. "Do you often do other peoples' hair?"
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The prettiest boys on the island!
"Sometimes back in Toronto, I'd be in charge of making sure the girls were ready for their hot dates or whatever. We'd do the whole thing, colouring and styling and all that. It was... like... a bonding experience. Really important."
He hated half those girls. Stuck-up snobs, but whatever, they were survivors like him. Had to respect that, at least.
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Though, let's face it, none where nearly as elaborate as her headpiece.
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"Or even just putting on a hat. Oh my god there are so many options that don't involve sitting and complaining that it's in the way."
He grinned.
"I managed to put most of mine up, yesterday."
And it had looked awesome.