Back in the days of 6F, I was famous for never being around because I was always in class. Or volunteering. Or working. (There was always something.) The only day I ever had a possible chance to sleep in was Sunday, so you better believe I’d make use of it. :O Nadia had canoe on the weekends and would have to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn for practice. Since apartment never had drama since we had no boundaries, so sometimes, we’d give each other crap just to keep things interesting.
N: My favoriteeeee thing to do on weekends.
R: Ooo, ooo! Canoe! Am I right?
F: Rey, Rey, that’s enough.
R: Sugar cookieeeeee.
F: :[
R: Warm, fly and delicious.
F: They’re not flaky, are they?
R: Chewy.
(later)
R: Curse you, Farrah, now I want sugar cookies. This is your fault.
F: Lies! You didn’t have to keep describing them to tempt me.
N: Mmmm…warm, melty and delicious.
F+R: Good night, Nadia. >:[
N: Sugar cookiessssss.
R: Mmm, I’m so glad I don’t have to get up at 7 a.m. tomorrow.
F: Yeah, I can wake up wheneverrrr I want. It’s gonna be great.
N: >:O! (goes upstairs to sleep)
