Room 310, Sunday night

[lordofthecats]

It was a shame Snarf was still on his trip to the new Thunderan home world. Without anyone to supervise him, weetiny Lion-o was practicing his writing. He'd managed to write his name on all four walls of his room, stopping only when he ran out of surface area that he could reach.

But that was okay, because now he had more time to work on the blanket fort he was constructing between the two beds.

[Door and post are open!]

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[heromaniac]

"Ah! Like stinky socks and dirt!" Momoko was sure of this, yes. "You're right! Do you have any cookies?"

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

Lion-o wibbled. "I don't have any cookies," he said.

[heromaniac]

"It's okay, don't cry! The monster is a good one! He unnerstands!" Momoko leaned forward and tried to give Lion-o a hug.


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