fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/01].

Wayne was very pleased to find that everything seemed to be as he left it in the fridge for breakfast this morning; in general, he'd been using that consistency as a guage for what kind of week they'd be having, though he knew it wasn't exactly a perfect method. It seemed good enough, anyway, to indicate that he'd at the very least have a good Monday, and he figured, around here, that was pert'near all you could ask for.

He wound up with another Monday without classes for this session, too, so he was ready to get up, check his fights on hockeyfights.com, and then get at 'er, sticking with the usual breakfast fare of pancakes and eggs and bacon and coffee and juice because, 'round here, it felt good to just sort of stick with something consistent when you could, since who knew what he'd have to go and improvise with the next week?

So far? So good.

[[ wayne is very upset with me right now because I seriously almost forgot about this this morning, lol. Open breakfast is open, as always! Come and get it! ]]

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"Gooooooooooooooooooooooood moooooooooooooooooooooooooorniiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina might be in a little bit of a good mood today. Little bit.

She bounced in, shedding glitter in her wake (glitter was a heck of a lot harder to get rid of when one had hair) but, rather than being upset about it, she was basically radiant.

And here came more glittered trouble bouncing into the room, and Wayne would be willing to bet that Nina'd be far more likely to start shedding it on him than Vette, too, so he was going to try to keep a little bit of distance, even as he already started filling up a plate for her. If anything, he'd find out just how good his reach could really be.

"Nina! How are ya now?"

Besides glittery.

"I aaaaaaaaaaaaaam absolutely perfect," she said happily. "Even if, like, radio is all the bushes are laughing at us!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She'd be worried about that later. Right now she was still stuck on the happy fact that both her most important people were back on the island. Bliss.

"How are you???????????"

"Not so bad," said Wayne, the drawl seeming particularleh low-key and subdued when up against Nina's far more exuberant response. But he did have a full plate of food ready to go for her and was handing it over, which should make up for Wayne's particular lack of noticeable enthusiasm.

He did frown a bit, though. "Why would the bushes be laughin' at us?" he had to wonder, wishing he could just assume it was some critter in them that sounded like it laughed, but he was starting to know better'n that around here.

"I have, like, no idea," she said, beaming as she took her plate (totally scattering glitter everywhere sorry-not-sorry), "but, like, it probably isn't super dangerous today, if they're just giggling???????????"

Who knew what that meant for the rest of the week, though...

"Mebbe," said Wayne, with a very pointed look, "whatever it is...is particularleh amused....by glitter."

Which he, very obviously, in the way his eyes squinted, was not.

In case she didn't know that yet.

"This," Nina said loftily, even as she snagged some cutlery so she could eat, "was not my idea, just so you know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Not that she, like, minded, now that she knew who had done it, but...

"Uh-huh," grunted Wayne, who thought Nina looked a little too pleased as punch for someone denying all culpability for her (and he could only assume Vette's) current beglittered state, "whose idea was it, then?"

Oh, yeah, definitely not even the slightest bit upset. Prompto was back! She was going to mob him later!

She was going to prank him back so hard, eventually, but mobbing him with hugs was first on the list!

"Prompto's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she sang, taking a seat. "He, like, glitter bombed us after we got back from the wedding yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She'd... she'd mind a lot more if that didn't mean he was back and thus all was well in Nina's world.

"Prompto...." Wayne squinted, thinking a little; with the exception of a handful of people, Wayne really hadn't been very socialable, but it was a small town, even smaller than Letterkenny, so he thought he knew who that might have been and it did seem to check that he'd be the sort of person to up and glitter bomb someone with no regard for other people eventually having to be in the path of all that shrapnel. "That's the skinny skid-lookin' kid with the...hair, right? The one flirtin' with you at the onsen party?"

Nina... Nina paused.

Flirting with her?

Owen, she could, like, buy having been flirting with her, but Prompto?

She laughed.

"He wouldn't," she said, and it bugged her, but not nearly as much as it had, just left her feeling sort of wistful. "He, like, totally doesn't like me that way and he's super hung up on his girlfriend!!!!!!!!!!!! But, yeah, he's the one with the blond hair that was at the onsen party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Wayne, who had clearly put on his Judgey Pants today (as he, let's face it, did every day), quirked a highly skeptical sort of eyebrow over the idea that anyone supposedly so super hung up on their girlfriend would be splashing like that with a different girl at a hot tub party, but...well...not his pig, not his farm, he supposed....

"Coulda fooled me," he murmured, feeling it at least needed to be said before he asked, "So....what'd you do to deserve gettin'...." He almost didn't even want to say it, "....glitterbombed?"

"Don't," she said sharply, since Nina... Nina was being so good about it. She was trying really hard.

With a shake of her head, and, well, there was glitter in her breakfast now. Oops. That... wasn't going to stop her from eating though.

"Like, I'm not quite sure," she said, since now that she thought about it, she really wasn't sure. It had just seemed, like, something to accept that Prompto had done. "Um, possibly the free pizza Vette and I sent him back home?????????????"

Well, Wayne had very particular thoughts on what was appropriate behavior for a guy with a girlfriend when it came to how they acted around other girls who weren't their girlfriends, and splashing around with said other girls at a hot tub party definitely did not fit into those thoughts. And Wayne had no compunctions about saying so, either, but maybe it wasn't any of his business...especially since bein' a degen wasn't the most...confusing aspect of this guy's actions.

"Why would he glitterbomb you over free pizza?" Wayne asked. "What'd you two do to it?"

"Rude!!!!!!!!" she complained. "Like, we didn't do anything to it!!!!!!!!!! Just had it, like, sent to where he and his friends were staying!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"So..." Wayne's whole brow squinted. "Lemme get this straight. Yer telling me...that Prompto," what kind of name was that, anyway? "...glitterbombed you an' Vette...because you sent him and his friends a pizza...that you didn't even do anything to??"

Put that way, it did sound rather silly, didn't it?

"That sounds about right," she said, nibbling on a pancake. "Like, and maybe because he was back and letting us know that too?????????????"

"And hat?" asked Wayne, still not buying any of this as anything remotely close to logic or an explation. "He doesn't have a phone?"

She blinked.

"No, he's got a phone too??????????"

Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/01].

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