Room 206, Sunday Afternoon

[yogurtvore]

Blue had done some errands this morning, and so returned to her room laden down with shopping bags and not bothering to be too quiet about it. Her roommate might not appreciate that, but then, she was beginning to have concerns about his wellbeing anyway.

"Hey, Thorin, are you alive yet?" she called through the fancypants privacy curtain dividing their two sides of the room. "Groan once for yes. I got Gatorade." Blue had never been the partying type herself, but she had relatives. She'd learned things.

((For the roommate, but the door is open if anyone wants to drop in!))

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[yogurtvore]

If he did, Blue wasn't cleaning it up. Her sympathy only extended as far as Gatorade. "I'm holding you to that," she informed him. "Don't think I won't."

[dwarvenswagger]

"I may die if I break that vow," Thorin assured her. Fortunately for him, the roomba was charging and couldn't assault him yet.

Like a vulture taking on weakened prey.

[yogurtvore]

All Blue needed today was to have to rescue her roommate from his murderbot. "Or at least you'll feel like you're going to. Again."

[dwarvenswagger]

"It's a solemn vow," Thorin assured her, with a little amusement filtering in.