 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Lincoln didn't want to sit on one of the chairs, and he'd been out with his football anyway, so he set that on the floor and perched his behind on it. He was here. House meeting. Look at him, being all housey. Was Pi here yet? He looked a little, recognised that he couldn't see her at all and went back to balancing himself on the football. Was this going to take long? Was it going to take such a chunk out of his life that he would end up sleeping straight after for a good 12 hours? Hopefully not. The sixth year was going to sit put until his lady pal got here and then he'd probably whisper something to her and forget to pay attention to what was going on around him.
Did anybody want to play football? Skip out on this thing? Go get food?
SOMETHING THAT WASN'T SITTING AROUND BORED?!
Was this going to get interesting? Huh? Huh? HUH?
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