nataliexboyd ---> thecursednatalieboyd
I just had an awesome plot (ish) idea.
It's more of a bio idea.
BUT YEAH.
TRACKING: thecursednatalieboyd
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nataliexboyd ---> thecursednatalieboyd
I just had an awesome plot (ish) idea.
It's more of a bio idea.
BUT YEAH.
TRACKING: thecursednatalieboyd
+ 5
"--I need a drink."
room mates AU
Scott fumbled with his bags, dropping them just before the door and reaching into his pocket, but coming out empty handed. Of course. He lost his key. Again. He sighed, fishing through his bags and whatever else he had until he came to terms with reality, he was locked out. Again. His room mate, since this would be probably around the hundredth time he'd done this, wouldn't be too ecstatic. But debating between sleeping on the rough, horrible red hallway carpet, and facing imitate death, which at least came with a bed, he choose the latter.
Tentatively he knocked, smiling shortly as he could already guess his room mates reaction, "Uh...pizza?" He tried, maybe they'd open the door and he could sneak past. They did hide water guns around the place for the hell of it, maybe he could locate one of those. "There's uh...there's a possibility I locked myself out again." He tried, leaning against the door leisurely. He contemplated his plan of attack, and bribery seemed best at the moment. But of course, only the highest, most respectable bribe would work. "I brought food!"