[It's a great day in the Summers House. He's mostly moved in and had a pretty good first night. Sure, the house is somewhat empty still, but it's his place and everything! No stupid inn dude giving him the stink eye and he gets to make his own rules, like... waking up whatever he wanted. Not that a rule like that existed at the inn either, but whatever. Shut up, not the point.
So, he steps out into the living room with a slight yawn, ready to make some cereal and-- stops immediately at the doorway, his jaw dropping slightly.]
What the fuck.
[He's not dreaming, right?? Scott finds himself blinking behind his shades, before closing his eyes and taking off said sunglasses to wipe his eyes, and putting them back on. Nope, Quentin fucking Quire is still sitting there like this is a totally natural thing to do.
Honestly, Scott thinks he's handling all this pretty well, considering the circumstance. Like he hasn't shouted at the other teen yet.]
Dude, the party's not until tomorrow.
[That's what's going on, right?? RIGHT?? Scott's little brain is trying to process the scene in front of him.]
>:|
So, he steps out into the living room with a slight yawn, ready to make some cereal and-- stops immediately at the doorway, his jaw dropping slightly.]
What the fuck.
[He's not dreaming, right?? Scott finds himself blinking behind his shades, before closing his eyes and taking off said sunglasses to wipe his eyes, and putting them back on. Nope, Quentin fucking Quire is still sitting there like this is a totally natural thing to do.
Honestly, Scott thinks he's handling all this pretty well, considering the circumstance. Like he hasn't shouted at the other teen yet.]
Dude, the party's not until tomorrow.
[That's what's going on, right?? RIGHT?? Scott's little brain is trying to process the scene in front of him.]