Room 405, Friday late morning
Jan. 12th, 2007 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l1ttle_billyBilly, in getting ready for his date with Ami, also decided to do a bit of cleaning. He still had notes and such from last semester scattered about and while searching through his desk for the can of polish he rarely used on his prosthetic, he put those away.
His notes for Mythology went on top of the pile and he smirked, wondering if it was a shame, or a good thing, that Janice had left in time to miss both Ares and Hades showing up. Being taught by the God of War. He didn’t know what freaked him out more. The fact itself, or the fact that he was kinda thrilled by it. His father would have been ecstatic. How bad was it that he felt less awkward with Ares than with Aziraphale? He cast one last look at his Mythology notes before closing the drawer. It had partly been Janice’s subtle suggestion that he be an archeologist that had prompted him to take the Mystical Artifacts class. Whoops, Fairy Tale study groups, that didn’t belong in that pile.
That done, he found the jar of polish in the medicine cabinet of all places, and tossed it onto his bed. He’d do that last. He showered, and, having recently discovered a need to do so, shaved. All the while during his grooming, he composed a letter to both Tommy, and his mother. Only one of which he was likely to send.
Dear Mom and Tommy,
Classes have started up again. Among other things, I’m taking forensics. As I might want to be an archeologist when I graduate. And I think that would help. Everything’s fine here, no new invasions, unless you count new students. One of whom is also a ninja Tommy. There were two actual academies of such in California. Yes. Mass produced ninjas. I shudder as well. However all of the new students seem nice. One’s even teaching me how to juggle. Another’s gonna help me with my stocks for only five bucks. Beat that price Tomax!
They all seem rather good at adjusting to the strangeness that is fandom. Between parties to warn about the dangers of flying pink ponies, to rather intense fights in the Salle, they seem to be okay with it. Just wait till they meet the ducks.
And Mom, yes I’ve finally met a girl here. I think you’d like her. And Tommy?
I need to learn anti telepathy techniques please.
Billy then began buffing his prosthetic. Exactly why, he wasn’t sure. It would be hidden beneath his pants after all. Which reminded him. Hopping to the closet he looked in. thank God his mother had gotten him some clothes for Christmas.
His notes for Mythology went on top of the pile and he smirked, wondering if it was a shame, or a good thing, that Janice had left in time to miss both Ares and Hades showing up. Being taught by the God of War. He didn’t know what freaked him out more. The fact itself, or the fact that he was kinda thrilled by it. His father would have been ecstatic. How bad was it that he felt less awkward with Ares than with Aziraphale? He cast one last look at his Mythology notes before closing the drawer. It had partly been Janice’s subtle suggestion that he be an archeologist that had prompted him to take the Mystical Artifacts class. Whoops, Fairy Tale study groups, that didn’t belong in that pile.
That done, he found the jar of polish in the medicine cabinet of all places, and tossed it onto his bed. He’d do that last. He showered, and, having recently discovered a need to do so, shaved. All the while during his grooming, he composed a letter to both Tommy, and his mother. Only one of which he was likely to send.
Dear Mom and Tommy,
Classes have started up again. Among other things, I’m taking forensics. As I might want to be an archeologist when I graduate. And I think that would help. Everything’s fine here, no new invasions, unless you count new students. One of whom is also a ninja Tommy. There were two actual academies of such in California. Yes. Mass produced ninjas. I shudder as well. However all of the new students seem nice. One’s even teaching me how to juggle. Another’s gonna help me with my stocks for only five bucks. Beat that price Tomax!
They all seem rather good at adjusting to the strangeness that is fandom. Between parties to warn about the dangers of flying pink ponies, to rather intense fights in the Salle, they seem to be okay with it. Just wait till they meet the ducks.
And Mom, yes I’ve finally met a girl here. I think you’d like her. And Tommy?
I need to learn anti telepathy techniques please.
Billy then began buffing his prosthetic. Exactly why, he wasn’t sure. It would be hidden beneath his pants after all. Which reminded him. Hopping to the closet he looked in. thank God his mother had gotten him some clothes for Christmas.
