Room 408, Saturday Morning

[apocalipped]

The dance? Had been nice. Nice in that sort of, 'I am here, I am not being particularly social, but I have a lovely date and I'm going to enjoy this, damn it,' kind of way that Jono was so good at. But that much social interaction was tiring, to say the least, and so he was absolutely planning on spending his Saturday in bed. And it would be great, and to hell with anything in the world that thought that he was going to be getting up, at least until late afternoon.

It was possible that Jonothon was slightly delusional, yes.

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"Don't f---" Shit. Kids. "--m-mess around or you'll have demonspawn?" she asked. "It's worse than those egg assignments in Health class."

[furnaceface]

//Something like that, anyhow,// Jono agreed. //But at least I seem to have gotten one that's past the crapping itself and fussing stage, so it's a step up from those droid babies that Professor Skywalker swears by.//

Really, it was all a matter of perspective, right?