Room 504, Saturday Morning
Jan. 28th, 2012 10:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
godofxboxAlex, like so many other Fandom residents, woke up on Saturday morning with breasts. Unlike most, however, after yanking his t-shirt neck open so he could look down at them and confirm that yep, those were boobs, he did not automatically assume this was a mere case of Fandom wacky. He was, after all, a god, and sometimes these things happened to them for other reasons. Which was why he immediately scrambled out of bed and started digging under his bed for the box he'd shoved there in the vague hope it wouldn't explode.
There was a Chia pet in the box. A familiar-looking one. Alex studied it for a long moment, coming to the dim, distant realization that Norman Osborn's actual hair might be made of actual Chia, and then his fingers convulsed and the thing shattered into shards.
He was still a girl, so there probably wasn't a spell on the Chia Osborn, but this meant war. Luckily, Alex was ready.
((Mostly establishy, but can be open to the roommate or anyone who wants to drop by and knock!))
There was a Chia pet in the box. A familiar-looking one. Alex studied it for a long moment, coming to the dim, distant realization that Norman Osborn's actual hair might be made of actual Chia, and then his fingers convulsed and the thing shattered into shards.
He was still a girl, so there probably wasn't a spell on the Chia Osborn, but this meant war. Luckily, Alex was ready.
((Mostly establishy, but can be open to the roommate or anyone who wants to drop by and knock!))
