Room 415- Tuesday evening

[stacyexperiment]

So the black walls had been a mistake. It was dark and depressing and Gwen didn't want to get a bunch of black lights and feel like she was living in a rave. That meant that after class she went and got some more paint, a more muted gray that she could dress up however she wanted, and started painting the walls again.

The next lesson she was learning was that when covering up black paint, you were gonna need primer. She only found that out when she googled it to find out why it wasn't working, and then there'd been another trip to the store and waiting for the paint she'd already used to dry before starting over with the primer and ugh. She wanted to get this done before Parents Weekend but right now it felt like she'd finish right around a quarter after never.

Anyone who didn't want to be dragged into helping should probably avoid this hall. So should anyone who didn't mind her begging to let her sleep in their room tonight because of paint fumes.

[Open, why not!]

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[theheadkid.livejournal.com]

"Nah," Travis said, shaking his head. "Fort's yours. I'm fine with camping out in the common room if I ever can't make it back to my bed. Just be careful with painting the fort's walls. Might pass out."

[stacyexperiment]

"I'll be good," she promised. "Ventilation is my bff. Oh god, pretend I didn't just say 'bff' even jokingly. That felt wrong."

[theheadkid.livejournal.com]

Travis laughed and glanced over at her.

"Secret's safe with me," he snickered, shaking his head. "I didn't think anyone else but the people at my old school used that word. Or abbreviation. Or whatever it is. But Gwen, I've gotta tell you something..."

He trailed off and then oh so seriously, "You can find a better bff. I promise."

[stacyexperiment]

"Dork," Gwen said, but she was laughing.

[theheadkid.livejournal.com]

"It's not the first time I've been called that," he said, shrugging. "I'll take it. Better than some other things I've been called."