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Room 227 [Saturday Morning]
Apr. 29th, 2006 07:27 amAt some ridiculously early hour of the morning, a head sticks up out of the pile of blankets.
"Good morning, room!" he says to the room. Bouncing off the bed, he heads to the Synthetron. And makes himself a bowl of brightly-coloured cereal with probably very little nutritional value. After a moment of serious thought, he adds chocolate syrup on top. And then makes himself a glass of milk, because that's healthy and means it's okay that he had sugary stuff if he had healthy stuff to balance it. Yep.
He then takes off for the Common Room.
"Good morning, room!" he says to the room. Bouncing off the bed, he heads to the Synthetron. And makes himself a bowl of brightly-coloured cereal with probably very little nutritional value. After a moment of serious thought, he adds chocolate syrup on top. And then makes himself a glass of milk, because that's healthy and means it's okay that he had sugary stuff if he had healthy stuff to balance it. Yep.
He then takes off for the Common Room.
