thatsamilkshake: (making the bed)
Francine Peters ([personal profile] thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-07-03 10:29 am

Room 511 to Room 505 and parts between

For a relatively neat person (god help her in the room she was moving to) Francine Peters sure had brought/acquired/magnetically attracted a metric crapload of... well. Crap.

Which all needed to be carried down the 5th floor hallway before the picnic today.

At least there were no stairs involved?

[Primarily for EarsPratTinyBlondeWithIssues and the soon-to-be-ex-but-never-unbeloved roomie if so desired, and massive SP for four different time-zones yo - but if anyone else wants to pop in and help move, sure!]

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-07-03 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
They were. Merlin put them on him every day.

Clearing his throat, Merlin hurried after them both. "We figured out the cameras on the phones, Francine."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-07-03 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have some of Leto wrestling a pink bird to send you," He said cheerfully.

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-07-03 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"They were alive, actually!"

[personal profile] bitchprince 2009-07-03 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Ignoring the banter behind him, and having arrived at Room 505 because this was only a six-ping hallway, Arthur bent down to set down some of Francine's boxes so he could open the door.

It looked like they were going to ramble all day.
Edited 2009-07-03 18:20 (UTC)

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2009-07-03 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Merlin didn't answer right away. Really, he was just lucky he hadn't dropped the suitcase on his feet. "Um. No. I don't think they were stuffed animals."

[personal profile] bitchprince 2009-07-03 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"They were live birds," Arthur called to them, stretching himself upright and rolling his shoulder once. "Though stuffed animals would have made as much sense."