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#2012-11-22 08:20:46, as written by OurLadyofSorrows

Jordyn perked her head up as she heard someone else enter the house, calling out something about food, and then the sound of people rushing about the kitchen. She only smiled, returning her attention back to her book and the notebook settled carefully in her lap, a pen tucked carefully behind her ear. The entire way to the house, she had been snacking at various fast food places on the way there and her stomach was not prepared for anything else fried. Or in general. She would probably load herself with caffeine later and call it a day. Maybe get some decent food later. Her thoughts were interrupted as Carsin appeared, showered and all put together. Jordyn flashed her a toothy grin, setting her notebook and the novel she was working on reading onto the table.

"Well, good to know. I promise, I won't keep you up with my crazy lifestyle." She said sarcastically, sticking her tongue out briefly at her now-roommate. Jordyn had been an only child, so sharing a bedroom was something she had never experienced. Mind you, it didn't mean she wasn't looking forward to it. It was kind of lonely being the only kid. Particularly when you were forced to play as your mother's toy instead of her child. She didn't dwell on it, though, reaching and brushing her hair away from her face. "Seriously though, I think this is fantastic...all of it. I get to spend my days with my favorite people. Even if you're all a load of nutters." Jordyn teased, grinning again.

She was distracted as Craig peeked his head in, mentioning groceries. Jordyn paused for a moment, then nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders. "As long as everything isn't microwave food, I could really care less. I can make a meal out of just about anything if you need someone who can cook." Spoiled and rich, yes. Force fed microwave food and half assed dinners by a lazy mother too often? Also yes. Jordyn was mildly into cooking and had developed a skill of mashing various leftovers and partial ingredients to make decent meals. That being said, she was no miracle worker, but she could get by with whatever they brought home. Unless it involved Nutella. Nutella was something made by the diabetes demons and need to be banished. Or at least, that's what Jordyn thought. She scrunched up her face, crinkling her nose a little at the thought before relaxing. "So yeah, no complaints from me for whatever you bring back."

Jordyn turned to face Carsin again, smiling wryly. Instead of picking up her notebook again, she turned her attention to her hair, grabbing a few strands and starting the tedious process of braiding it. It was really just to keep her hands occupied. Or maybe just to ward off boredom. How could she be bored? She had the entire chatroom, only living, breathing, and with no internet connection to rely on. What could be better?

"If you need manpower, I can come." Jordyn offered, but she figured with the mass army of teenagers in the building, her assistance was probably nowhere near needed.

Snippet #2204182

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