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Room 209, Monday Evening
Sparkle was not in the greatest of moods today. In fact, he was in the exact opposite of a good mood today. For... reasons. Reasons that mostly involved trying to light a smoke and nearly losing an eyebrow, and no, he didn't want to talk about it, he was going to just sit himself on his bed and hate everything and occasionally squirm uncomfortably. Also for reasons, but those ones were reasons that had nothing to do with his eyebrow, thanks. Just... thanks.
He was probably just lucky that it was an eyebrow, and not his whole head of hair. And, bearing that in mind, he was going to stay on his bed, where he couldn't screw anything else up, and he was going to pat Alec on the... shoulder. The shoulder, which was exactly where he was aiming, because who the hell wanted to pat a baby panther on the head, right?
People who could aim, that's who.
[OOC: For one, but can be open before that, sure!]
He was probably just lucky that it was an eyebrow, and not his whole head of hair. And, bearing that in mind, he was going to stay on his bed, where he couldn't screw anything else up, and he was going to pat Alec on the... shoulder. The shoulder, which was exactly where he was aiming, because who the hell wanted to pat a baby panther on the head, right?
People who could aim, that's who.
[OOC: For one, but can be open before that, sure!]