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Room 203, Tuesday Evening
For the first time in a long time, Stark's door was actually open. And this time it wasn't even just because he'd neglected to shut it all the way. He still wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be social enough to venture into a common room, but leaving the door open was hopefully a step in the right direction.
He'd gotten it into his head that his room needed cleaning. It didn't really, but he was in need of something to do to keep from thinking too hard and the noisy power tools from the construction site were nowhere to be found. Right now he was working on the removal of dust bunnies from under the beds and humming quietly to himself, like he does. He was also wondering why dust bunnies were called that, since they really weren't at all bunny-like.
[Door + post = open.]
He'd gotten it into his head that his room needed cleaning. It didn't really, but he was in need of something to do to keep from thinking too hard and the noisy power tools from the construction site were nowhere to be found. Right now he was working on the removal of dust bunnies from under the beds and humming quietly to himself, like he does. He was also wondering why dust bunnies were called that, since they really weren't at all bunny-like.
[Door + post = open.]