Room 215, Saturday Morning

[gavegoodface]

Face was in a great mood this morning (inasmuch as one could be in any kind of mood when still half asleep). The dance had been fun, he and Cass had both won prom crowns, and she'd stayed over after.

Sighing happily, he snuggled in closer to her.

[For one...then some more.]

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[gavegoodface]

"Right back at you, kiddo," he told her.

She needed to hear it, and how could any version of him not love a kid who could set fire to things with her brain?