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Room 420, Sunday Morningish
Feb. 14th, 2016 03:10 pmYou know, for a second there Xanthippe had felt excited to get flowers.
Well. A flower, anyway. Just a single carnation, which was way less than what she deserved, ew, but still. A flower!
Aaaand then she read the note and was back to being surly and planning ways to seem unaffected by this whole ordeal of not having a date or anything for today. Even though everyone back home in New York were already posting like, a ton of gross freaking VD stuff all over IG and Snapchat, ugh.
Meanwhile, Xanthippe just tossed her single carnation on her desk and huffed. This day sucked already.
[ooc: Open post/door, sure.]
Well. A flower, anyway. Just a single carnation, which was way less than what she deserved, ew, but still. A flower!
Aaaand then she read the note and was back to being surly and planning ways to seem unaffected by this whole ordeal of not having a date or anything for today. Even though everyone back home in New York were already posting like, a ton of gross freaking VD stuff all over IG and Snapchat, ugh.
Meanwhile, Xanthippe just tossed her single carnation on her desk and huffed. This day sucked already.
[ooc: Open post/door, sure.]
