A boy named Sous

Priestly woke up, noticed it was freaking cold outside his blankets (which seemed to have multiplied over night, but he'd worry about that later), and decided to stay in bed.

He did brave the air long enough to reach out an arm and unlatch Ramone's cage, and soon for his troubles had a chilly flying squirrel burrowed down the back of his shirt.

Well, the little guy'd warm up soon enough.

[ooc: establishy. Wooooork today.]

Priestly whistled softly to himself, still hyped up from laser tag in class, as he put the finishing touches on the sandwiches for rehearsal. Ramone was doing laps -- up the cage, through the air to Priestly's head, down his back or arm, try to steal some cheese, get chased back to the cage. Over all, it was a lovely sort of afternoon.

( Well, until his laptop beeped )

He hung up the phone and thumped his head down onto the desk, narrowly avoiding a pastrami on rye. Now he had a day and a half to wash the dye out of his hair, get the polish off his nails, pick up retainers for his piercings and foundation for his tattoo, and shave.

This sucked.

[ooc: establishy, but the post can most definitely be open.]